noise pollution

Silas Agata · 12-28-2009, 06:47 PM

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Silas may or may not be a member of Inferni at this time, so I'm going to be ambiguous about it until I know for sure. :3

A front was moving in and it was clearly noticeable. The skies which had been partly broken up with rays of sun had begun to grey over with thick, rolling clouds. This surely meant snow was on its way, as the temperature was hovering right around freezing. Especially now, as the sun had begun its decent towards the horizon, the temperature would surely decline a few degrees. Yup, snow was surely on its way.

The Russian had maneuvered his way up an oak tree that had long since lost its leaves. There was a few that had somehow managed to cling on for this long, but they had long since lost their color. Silas plucked one from its branch and let it drift down towards the ground below. He wasn’t too far up yet, but he wasn’t finished climbing. By the time he reached those branches above his head, he’d be able to look out over a great span of Inferni’s southern borders.

One hand over the other, Silas managed to pull himself halfway up the tree. He stopped and rested on a fork of branches, letting his legs dangles over the sides. The bandana had been tied around his forehead again, leaving bare its usual place around his neck. The black vest also adorned his torso, though the buttons were left unfastened and the fabric left to hang. Silas, though relaxed at the moment, had a certain person in mind as he looked out over the area that stretched below him. His fingers tenderly tapped at the healing wounds along his face as he remembered his encounter-gone-wrong from a few days prior.

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