i can be the man that she deserves

Silas Agata · 04-05-2011, 06:29 PM

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Date: 5 April

Setting: Just outside D'Neville

Time: Early afternoon

Character Form: Optime

Word Count → 374 :: Let the training begin! Big Grin

The snow was nowhere near being completely melted, for Mother Earth had decided to dump a little bit more onto the northern coast encompassing Nova Scotia. Silas supposed he didn’t truly mind, so long as the weather didn’t turn into that furious storm they had seen only two months prior. It had inflicted quite an amount of damage on the area, the coyotes of Inferni falling victim to its will as they waited for the snowfall to stop. In the end, he supposed that he had to thank the storm. Though he of course felt bad for what had happened to Halo’s bedroom, it had brought them closer. He couldn’t ask for much more than that.

And yet the Russian was still discontent. He had not left Nova Scotia and gone home like his sister and father had merely because he could not bring himself to leave Halo behind. He realized now that he needed to step up to the plate and be the person that the Inferni princess needed him to be. She was a strong, independent warrior and he was nothing more than an apathetic foreigner. Silas needed to hone his skills and finally prove his worth to the clan. Despite the prejudices that a few of his fellow clansman held against him, Silas had the motivation he needed to rise in the ranks so long as he honed his skills.

His beloved had wielded her twin blades, but Silas hadn’t really used his father's gift much more than when he was scavenging. It came in handy for odd jobs here and there, but the boy didn’t really know of to properly wield it to defend himself. Often it would hang in a small leather throng that hung from his belt loop, and the Russian had missed its potential. Removing it from its safety at his side now, icy blue ran the length of the steal and decided it was time to maximize its potential.

With a quick step and a flick of his wrist, the combat knife sailed through the air before colliding with the bark of a nearby tree. Though he somewhat expected it to embed into the wood, the knife fell uselessly to the ground beneath it. "Черт возьми."

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