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Silas Agata · 04-04-2010, 11:40 AM

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I owed this to you a long time ago. Sorry about the wait! Yay, spring cleaning! :] +5

Ten clawed fingers twirled up into the dark onyx locks as Silas fastened the blue bandana there. As a youth, the fabric often found itself around his neck, but had been relocated in time to lay amongst the dark fringe of hair that fell into his eyes. Much like Rurik, Silas was almost always in Optime form, trading four legs for two in order to gain the dexterity of having both hands to work with. That wasn’t to say he had abandoned his other forms all together, but it was a rare occurrence to see the Agata boy on four legs. The wounds left behind from the Hydra had formed into thin pink scars, forever marking the boy’s initial venture into Inferni’s territory. It was strange how time had passed. It had been three months since his acceptance into the clan and so much had changed about him – both on the inside and out.

The war was still apparent outside and Silas had continued to serve the clan in ways he saw fit. He didn’t see much battle, as he preferred to help amongst his clan’s borders, but that wasn’t to say he hadn’t seen bloodshed. He had once again dipped his hands in wolf’s blood but by doing so had protected his clan. While Lily, Rurik, and Anatoliy were tucked safe away from the battle in Cours, Silas had come to see the clan as an extension to his family. He had to protect them just as he would any of the Russos.

He roamed the hallway of the second floor in the mansion, looking down over the railing into the living space below. Silas had claimed a room to himself upstairs facing the rear of the mansion and the dirtied window gave a view of the untamed garden growing outside. His fingers trailed the banister and upon pulling away, were caked in the dust of neglect. With nothing better to do that day, the young Agata figured the mansion could use some of his attention. The weather outside was looking nicer with each passing day and it was apparent D’Neville could use some spring cleaning.

Venturing back into his own room, Silas went straight towards the window. The glass was caked in dirt and had been cracked from some long past incident, but the boy was set on getting it opened. Grasping at the edges of the window frame, Silas heaved the glass pane upward, letting in some of the natural light and a bit of fresh air. From there, he turned and stared at the bobbles that had collected in his room. The Russian flag he had stolen from Halifax still hung proudly on his wall over his bed, and the youth grinned with pleasure as he walked by and back out into the hallway. Where to start, where to start…

He began by dragging boxes out of his room and into the hallway. There were lots of things in these that the Russian had no use for and they had only served to collect dust in the meantime. After pulling two card board boxes into the hall, Silas fell to his knees and began rummaging through them. They were both full of seemingly useless junk. Books that the boy didn’t know how to read, odd little figurines whose purpose evaded the Agata, and a few other things here and there. He paused for a moment, opening one of the books, careful not to damage the spine, and studied the foreign symbols. This was nothing like the Cyrillic alphabet and the Russian was sure it was in English, the tongue his father had worked hard to teach his children in order to prepare them for their trek here to Nova Scotia.

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Halo Lykoi · 04-14-2010, 04:24 AM

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The sound of footsteps was the first sign that she was not alone in the great mansion. The girl had not spent an awful lot of time here lately because of the conflict between Dahlia de Mai and Inferni. She had not planned to spend the night in her own bed, but here she was and she found that she had missed her soft bed fiercely. Ah, was she growing soft and spoiled? She grimaced at that thought. The bed was not in an amazing shape after human standards, but curled up on a soft mattress softened further by furs and quilts, no sleeping spots could be compared. It was a good bed for a snob, and Halo was arrogant as few, in truth. The light footsteps had barely roused the resting hybrid, but when other sounds started to break in through her bedroom door ruby eyes slowly opened and attempted to glare through the wall at the enemy of peace. She still thought the mansion hers and was often angered whenever people let their cannabis smoke seep into the hallway or made sounds when she wanted only silence.

She let a few minutes drag past before she decided that she would not be able to return to her peaceful slumber. What she could do was to get up and throw insults at whoever had started her day prematurely. It mattered little what time of the day it was, because Halo slept when she needed sleep, and wanted everyone to adjust to that. Once she had adjusted her usual outfit she opened the door soundlessly and danced out of her room on silent feet. Her sword was left behind for once; she never bothered to carry it around with her when she was home in the mansion. She had half expected it to be Cotl or his brother, in truth, and was surprised when she had to continue onwards towards Silas’ room. She had barely seen the Agata male since the pack meeting, and they had not spoken. The ruby eyed woman had even pondered if he had been actively avoiding her, as they never seemed to be in the large house at the same time. She had wanted to shout and bitch about ruined sleep, but she pushed that away for now and wished she had taken more time to groom her hair.

Was he tidying his room? She found it oddly amusing, and smiled as she leaned against the wall. ”Good book?” the girl asked as she watched. Personally she read little, but books had helped her start her sword training and how to repair a gun.

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