On the prowl

Silas Agata · 08-29-2010, 03:43 PM

My apologies for the horrible wait. :/ <3 +3
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In the dim light of the dilapidated gas station, Silas watched with pale blue eyes as the wolf drew closer to him. She was not someone he knew, but it was apparent she was a member here because she smelled faintly of Inferni’s scent. An outside carried with them a foreign barrier and this was absent on her. Still, it seemed strange to see her there, for Silas was well aware of the clan’s bias against those without any coyote heritage. "Lucia," he breathed lightly, testing the name out on his own tongue. For a moment he studied those rich green eyes and there was nothing but the stale air and silence around them. Her voice, however, brought him back to the matter at hand.

"You must see eet," and he stepped back to the other side of the door, pushing it open fully so that she may follow him. "Eet ees almost perfect. A whole human skeleton left behind." Though the atmosphere of the dimly lit gas station could have seemed somewhat unsettling, Silas didn’t seem to be phased by it. The discovery of the human remains was somewhat ghastly, and yet he had found it more than interesting. In a way, the young Russian felt ridiculously childish again, having discovered one of the simplest aspects of life. Any fear that had started to rise along his spine had been pushed away by sheer curiosity and intrigue. Carefully and quietly, Silas moved around the lying bones, kneeling down so that he might get a closer view of the milky remains.

"I ‘ave never seen anyzhing like eet before. Never so perfect." One hand slowly lifted from his side, reaching towards the bones, until he held it still in hesitation. Could he touch it? Pale eyes swept to find his new acquaintance’s face, searching for some sort of indication he was not overstepping some invisible boundary. And then, curiosity winning over anything else, Silas carefully brushed his fingertips against the smooth bone of a long femur. Though he had expected the smoothness of bone underneath his touch, the boy lifted his hand slightly at the initial contact as if he had been dealt a shock. Smiling to himself, he ran his fingertips along its length, the dirt from years of neglect collecting along his fingers and leaving behind thin trails of gleaming bone in his wake. How marvelous.

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