And she was waiting at the door

Silas Agata · 11-13-2010, 08:07 PM

Sorry it took me so long! <3 +5
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His heart had not mended, but the princess had been successful in keeping the boy from being one hundred percent occupied by his abandonment. It had been weeks now, and yet the hurt from discovery was still rather fresh. Small things still added salt to the wounds, and the young Russian was sure it would be awhile for the wound to scar over. He still had Anatoliy, so he should have felt happy. His brother, despite living there with his father and sister, had decided to remain behind in Cour des Miracles. Silas should have clung to this simple fact and appreciated his brother more. And yet, there was still a small part of him that was angry with Anatoliy. He knew it was unjustified, but Silas couldn’t help the feeling.

The claimed lands of the coyote clan still loomed in the distance, though Silas had begun to draw nearer. The Russian had venture to the shore line (the water of the bay, and not the harbor in Halifax) just to give him a chance to think some things over. The sight of the water was always calming to him, though he knew he couldn’t return to the place his family had docked over a year ago. The Bay of Fundy had provided the calm Silas needed in the early morning hours, and now it was time for the Vigiles to return to the clan and attempt to do something beneficial. With his attitude having been so melancholy and glum lately, it would have been smart to focus on his responsibilities within the ranks. He had been amongst the clan for some time now, and yet still hadn’t managed to climb much higher than the rank he currently held. That, he was sure, was just fine by Hybrid.

Pale gaze was shifted downward as the boy reached into one of the pockets of his torn denim jeans. When his hand retreated, fingers uncurled with palm facing upward to reveal a small golden pendant. It was something he had found in Halifax not long after his birthday disaster, and he had kept it with him ever since. A tiny golden anchor lay cradled, the chain lying in a small disheveled heap. Just like the second golden ring he had run through his ear, this pendant was a small reminder of his roots. He would not go back to Russia as his father and sister had, but he would not forget it either.

Deliberately, the Russian grabbed the golden chain and raised it to his neck, slipping it over his head. A pat of one hand affirmed its new position lying against his chest, before pale eyes rose to sweep the area in front of him. It wasn’t until then that Silas spotted the creamy, gold child heading in his direction. As Silas was returning, it seemed as if the boy was leaving Inferni. Interest was immediately piqued. "Vhere you off to?" He had not seen the boy before, but a strange feeling working its way through Silas’ chest told him that this was the fabled child of the princess.

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