Why does it always rain on me

Silas Agata · 02-07-2011, 08:45 PM

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The snow he had watched from his broken window ceased to fall. Though in the morning he had watched it with some sense of adoration, now eyes had become sharper. Not only did it keep falling, but the blanket of white beneath him kept rising, and all the while the wind was howling something ferocious. This was not going to turn out well at all. Somewhere deep in his bones Silas knew that all this snow would spell out trouble. A sigh escaped past parted teeth, fogging the dirtied glass of the window pane. Shaking his head, Silas turned his back on the temporarily hidden view. It was not as if there was much to see anyways, besides endless white.

There was really nothing the coyotes of Inferni could do, except to wait it out. To venture out into the storm would be madness, Silas had realized. He had gone to the front porch and watched as the wind had begun to pick up. If he were to wander out of view of the mansion, he’d never find his way back; sense of smell be damned. The visibility was practically reduced to nothing. The mansion was their only refuge, now that they where there. He hoped that those who lived in the caves and elsewhere within the clan’s borders were safe as well; hoped their homes provided enough shelter from the storm.

He thanked his father for his blood as he moved around the corner of his bed, and came to rest in the maroon armchair. Though his mother had mixed in half of her coyote genes, Silas still clung to some of the Russian wolf blood that made him a true Russo. Regardless of the cold, he was doing somewhat well. Russia had prepared him for cold winters like this, plus father Rurik had passed on the dense undercoat to protect against harsh Arctic winters, despite his mother’s influence in his streamlined frame, tapered muzzle, and larger ears. The denim jeans and black vest were present, as was the familiar blue bandana. In his apathy, Silas’ hair had grown longer than he usually let it, the fringe around his face having grown long enough to easily obscure his eyes if he did not care to push it out of the way. The young Scorpius regarded this for a moment, when fingers brushed the curtain of black from his face.

It was the sound that brought him so quickly to his feet a moment later. Though the aging mansion was known to groan and creak in the night, this noise was something entirely foreign to D’Neville and yet Silas had heard it before; this distinct sound of wood splintering under pressure, far louder that it should have been. It was something that brought back vague, distant memories of his time spent on various boats in the harbor the complex of Russo’s occupied. Just as the sound was alarming to the men then, Silas was sure something horrible had happened.

The door flew open and Silas rushed into the hallway, turning for the direction the sound had most obviously come from. He stomach churned when he realized where he was instinctively heading; was it because he knew the sound had come from here, or was it because he wanted to make sure she was okay? Or was it a horrible combination of the two?

Her door was only ajar, but the damage was already showing. The ceiling overhead was cracked, and the wood of the doorway was split. The Russian heaved himself at the door, pushing it inward to sweep over a carpet of frigid white, just as the Inferni princess’ voice rose into the air and was easily whisked away by the storm’s gusting winds.

Icy blue raced to access the scene before him, and stomach churned once more when the boy noticed that some of the white was decorated by the scarlet of blood. Halo had been injured! In mere seconds, he had flung himself next to the Triiari, a hand easily finding the dark cocoa of her back. "Are you okay? Halo, are you okay?!" The simple fact that she was crawling along the floor worried him. Perhaps she had been hit by the broken debris that now scattered her room. Silas wanted nothing more than to pull her away from this mess, but somehow there was determination in those ruby eyes that Silas did not understand. He didn’t realize she was looking for her precious rodents.

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