tame the ghosts in my head

Silas Agata · 10-16-2012, 10:25 PM

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The cool ocean breeze was reminiscent of being on deck of the boat, but the ground beneath his paws did not sway as it had on the long journey back to North America. Though his time upon land so far had been brief, Silas felt himself silently readjusting to life on shore once again. To be near the water still, the smell and taste of salt in the air especially, was a great comfort to him. It was almost as if the Russian man could close his eyes and once again be home with his brethren in Arkhangel'sk.

The harsh burn at the back of his throat was a welcome feeling, as Silas leaned heavily against the wall and let his icy blue gaze lift to the darkening sky. There were so many unanswered questions he’d have to work at solving now that he had arrived in Nova Scotia once again, and it was hard for him to decide what it was that he wanted to discover first. The Lykoi woman, of course, was always on his mind and it seemed obvious would be the first thing to explore, however Silas was also afraid of what he might find. The possibility of that venture ending poorly for him was too great, and so he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to yet face that risk.

On the other hand he needed to find out about his family – his brother and sister, especially – and see where they were staying now, if even still in the area. Because of the Russo’s notorious promiscuity, it would be no surprise to the man to find he had some relatives still living in the area, despite the fact that an ocean separated them from their native land.

A scent reached him on the light sea breeze that rolled by, only seconds later preceded by a voice. Though the scent was entirely unrecognizable, something about it seemed strangely familiar although Silas couldn’t quite put a finger on it. His gaze immediately abandoned the sky and searched the dusk shrouded surroundings for the owner of the voice. The woman he finally came to lay eyes on was not one he recognized, which made the familiarity in her scent even more puzzling.
"‘Allo," he responded, voice tainted with a slight roughness from the cigarette smoke. Silas cleared his throat after the wisps of smoke billowed away from muzzle and nose before speaking again, "How are you zhis evening, dorogaya?"

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