On the prowl

Silas Agata · 07-27-2010, 12:23 AM

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I hope you don't mind me joining! And this post is craptacular. :3 +5

Less and less time had been spent in the mansion, for the building seemed to bring about too much misery. Silas wanted nothing more than to be with the ruby eyed princess, but things just didn’t seem to be working out for that fantasy. Their last encounter had been less than ideal and Silas wasn’t sure what would happen the next time they came across each other. Since that time he had only vague glimpses into her existence there – her form trailing into her bedroom, the sound of her footsteps creaking outside of his door as she walked by, her smell lingering as Silas climbed down the stairs. Still, they had yet to speak again and this pained the young Russian. He wanted nothing more than to tell her how he felt. It seemed, however, that the boy was too much of a coward.

So he left the security of his bedroom, the unfinished mural raising unkind memories. He was planning how he was going to tell these things to Halo, but hadn’t discovered the right opportunity yet. In time, he hoped, something would come to him. The morning had been spent inside of Inferni’s lands, and the boy had trailed to places he had yet to really spend much time. For awhile, he merely wandered along Route 32, nothing but the thoughts in his mind occupying him. The small bag was slung over one shoulder, just in case he found something interesting or of use. Inside he had tucked away some cigarettes if he decided that he needed that release. It didn’t take long for the young Russian to happen across the abandoned gas station and, after studying it momentarily, he pushed inside the front door to escape from the glaring sun.

Inside he stepped over littered boxes and things on the floor, the edibles long since perished and shelves strewn haphazardly around. Stepping carefully, Silas moved his way through the small building, icy blue eyes dancing over the things that surrounded him. He wound his way through the maze of debris and went through another door to find himself in a room that had once been for employees only. After a minute of investigating, the Russian’s eyes happened across a sight he had seen only a few times before. There, lying on the ground in relatively perfect condition, a human skeleton.

He hadn’t noticed the squeak as the front door swung open and not until a voice sounded did Silas lift his gaze from the remains. After hesitating for a moment and upon hearing the voice sound again, Silas marched back towards the door. He peered out from behind it, searching the dimly lit gas station for his new acquaintance. "Over here," he told her, finding the form of the wolf just inside of the door. "I’m Silas," though his voice remained low as if not to disturb a sleeping beast. "Please, come. Zhere ees somezhing you must see." Though he didn’t not know just who she was, that didn’t matter to Silas. The appeal of the human remains was still fresh.

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