Where art thou, brother?

Silas Agata · 05-09-2010, 02:10 AM

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Thanks for starting! Speech is in Russian - Anna is just lazy. Also, minor PP. +3

He just couldn’t escape the rain. The past few days had been littered with nothing but a few teasing rays of sunshine and lots of drizzle. D’Neville had become his haven more than usual, and it was there in the mansion that Silas had been situated when he heard a call sound for him. Both blacked ears turned to catch the noise and a sly grin rose to his features. It would be Anatoliy, of course. Although the visit was unexpected, it was a wonderful surprise.

He raced to meet his brother along the borders, not caring that the rain would soak through his black and tan fur in efforts to chill him to the bone. Anatoliy would be waiting and Silas didn’t want to leave his brother standing in the rain any longer than he had to. When the familiar scent caught his nose, Silas increased his jog to a sprint, finding the brunette figure not far past where the piked skulls marked Inferni’s territory. "Tol!" It was easy to see that Silas was ecstatic about the visit – he came up to his brother and clapped both arms around him in a friendly hug. "Come, walk with me!" Though he pulled away from the embrace, he left one hand on his brother’s shoulder as if to beckon him deeper in Inferni’s lands.

"I’m glad you came by. Is everything alright? I figured we could walk, and then talk. You know… get out of this rain and all." As he said this the boy could easily see the water beginning to drip from the frame of black hair that tumbled into his face. The blue bandana tied around his forehead hidden in the disheveled mess of onyx hair was equally as saturated. "The mansion isn’t too far and then we’ll be inside and can dry off."

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