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Silas, later Halo. PP Silas being a gentleman and carrying things for her xD let me know if it should be changed ;]

It was strange, being so deep in the Inferni territory. She had only been on the outskirts, and the lands held something strangely beautiful. Bright purple orbs took it in, the waves of green and gold grass, contrasting with the only other thing that could be seen in the landscape; the sky. It was no different then what hung over Crimson Dreams, but the lack of distractions between the brown wolfess and the massive atmosphere made her glace up at it often, seeing the new colors that had been missed before. Clouds, full of rain and storm watched over them ominously, and Mati peeked up meekly.

They walked side by side, small conversation passing between them and the Church fey wore a smile at the pleasant things he always seemed to speak to her. It was not hard for them to banter back and forth, ideas for the painting that she was to create bouncing back and forth. Still, they would need to brain storm, but Mati was confident that a composition could be arranged. She had a bucket of supplies, basic things for the first sketch and outline and a bag for her brushes. As the gentle canine he was, Silas had offered to carry the bucket of paints and Mati slung the canvas bag over her shoulder.

In the moments of silence she thought of Silas' leader, and of her mother. She wondered if she would see him, in their passing but they had yet to come into contact with any other Inferni member. It was better, Mati believed, knowing that it was a bit dangerous to be venturing into lands that she had always know to be hostile. But, she felt nothing but a pleasant excitement to be asked to paint another mural. I brought lots of blue, in case you wanted something like an ocean scene. Mati piped up through the quiet, a soft smile on her face. She knew the male was from across the sea, and thought he might like it incorporated.


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My apologies on the wait! Also, did some PPing of my own so let me know if you want it changed. +3


It was finally happening, and Silas was thrilled to have Mati by his side as they ventured into Inferni’s lands. He was aware that Mati was slightly nervous to be venturing into the coyote territory, but with Silas at her side nothing was going to happen to her. Still, Silas reassured her of the fact that the mansion was not far from the coyote’s borders, should she feel the need to make a quick exit. With any qualms pushed aside for the moment, the two of them headed deeper into the borders.

Balancing the weight of the paint bucket with one hand, Silas brought the other to brush away strands of black from his face. Smiling towards Mati, Silas nodded, "Zhat sounds vonderful. I was zhinking of vaves and a beeg ship, or somezhing. Make me zhink of Russia," he shuffled the paint bucket around, dispersing the weight between both arms as he clung with both palms to the brim. Blue eyes shot to the sky then, a disapproving frown forming on his features upon observing the darkening clouds. Rain was definitely threatening and the young Russian was only glad that her work was to be done inside.

"Zhere," Silas exclaimed, tossing his head towards the looming form of the mansion. "Almost home." The two walked side by side toward the mansion as the boy searched for signs of other Infernians. Of course his thoughts went to one in particular, but he tried to keep his mind open and free of the Hydra for now, not wanting to let himself get lost in some fantasy world. Still, he was surprised they had not come across anyone else so far, as the mansion was home to several other members. "Zhe second floor ees vhere mine room ees," he told her as they marched up the steps onto the covered front porch. At least for now he knew that they would both be sheltered from the weather when the clouds finally decided to open up.




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no worries!

It seemed like another world entirely. The landscape was simple, open to the elements and to those that might encroach on it’s borders. Unless one stalked low through the long grasses, it would be almost impossible not to be bee seen if walking at full height from quite a distance away. But Mati saw more in the waves of grasses then other might. The lack of trees would not be favored by her mother, and she wondered why the elder female wished to spend as much time as she did with the leader of these lands. The colors, even in the shadow of the clouded sky, were something that she was inspired to mimic in some sort of painting.

But not this one, she figured as Silas answered. A waterscape. She smiled at the thought, finding that she was prepared for such a large blue toned composition and that she had not done such a painting. Smaller scenes perhaps, but she drew the picture in her mind as he spoke. Mati did not favor things that had a violent undertone, but she could not help but picture the rounded crests of thrashing waves, a ship peaking over it, its sail lowered and billowing in the wind. She found she liked it.

At his word Mati looked up to catch the outline of the large house in the distance. It instantly reminded her of Haven Manor, even with the covered porch. She wondered where everyone was, and she would be lying if she said she wanted to be confronted with another Inferni member. Silas was pleasant, sweet to her and always polite. But she worried that she still was not welcome by all. She took the steps behind him, and hesitated as he opened the door for her. It was dark inside, but vast as was her own home. But she waited in a nervous silence, wishing for him to lead her to the right room.


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+3


Balancing the bucket of paints, Silas reached for the front door, holding it open so that Mati could skirt inside and away from the darkening clouds. After they were both inside, the Russian let the door shut with a dull thud that somehow sounded just as foreboding as the clouds overhead seemed. "Zhis vay," Silas chimed, shifting the weight of the bucket in his arms before leading Mati through the front lobby and over to the second floor stairwell. He looked to the Crimson Dreams girl, making sure she was still comfortable and able to carry the supplies she held, before ascending up the stairs to the familiar east wing. Luckily for them both, Silas’ room was right at the top of the stairs and the boy pushed his door open so that Mati may step inside. Before he joined her, however, his icy gaze swept down the hall to where he knew the Hydra lived, trying to catch a sign of whether or not she was home. With a light sigh, he went into his own room, leaving thoughts of the Inferni princess behind for now.

"Velcome to mine room," Silas offered with a light chuckle, settling the bucket onto the floor. His room didn’t have much, since Silas had gotten rid of much of the junk a few months ago when he had decided to do some spring cleaning. His bed was pushed against one wall, the once intact, regal posts now broken off and splintered. Above this hung his prized Russian flag, tacked to the wall in display. As his eyes passed over it, Silas couldn’t help but smile, thinking instantly of his family tucked away in Cour des Miracles. "Zhis vall, I zhink," Silas told her, motioning to the bare wall across from his bed. It was the wall directly the left when one walked in and Silas figured it would be the best one to display Mati’s wonderful talent. "Does zhat vork? I don’t know eef eet needs to be a certain vall. You tell me, miss arteest," he said playfully as he took a seat on his bed.





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Mati followed, happier that she was behind Silas. She couldn’t help but a little scared, it was dark inside and her confidence in the strange territory was not as solid as she would be in the friendly lands like Cours, and of course her own. Still Silas assured her with his calm presence that everything would be fine. She was a guest. And just as he was in her own lands she would be protected under his hospitality.

Up the stairs, through the nearest door, and they were inside. He held the door for her, and his glance towards a neighboring room was gone unnoticed by the Dreamer. Her thoughts were far from the her Crimson homelands, but her sweet lover was never completely gone from her mind. If she had seen his glance, Mati would likely recognize the longing and wonder in his blue gaze. The art was a distraction, and Mati became clearly confident as she stepped into the room.

It was notably Silas, his scent the dormant and primary in the closed space. Her eyes roamed the walls, noticing the large and small things that furnished his space. She felt that what was used to adorn or filled one’s space it spoke a lot about a creature. He pointed out the wall that he had in mind and the Dreamer stepped up to it to inspect it. Her brown hand roamed the surface, there were some nicks and bumps, but no cracks that needed to be filled or worked around. She gave a nod, her creative insides buzzing, This should be fine. She spoke, moving right to the canvas bag that she had brought with her. Picking up a small tin she opened it to reveal the fragile sticks of chalk, pencils and matches that were meant to be kept safe and out of destructive dampness.

Stepping away the fey allowed her eyes to wash over the entire wall. So, I can try to sketch out what I had in mind and then if you like it, I’ll keep going. She held the white chalk gently, and then had a second thought, her eyes look from ceiling to floor. Would you mind, lighting theses. She asked, pointing to the tin and then taking out the candles that she had brought. It was just in case, and Mati liked to be prepared.


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Sorry for the delay! Also, hope you had fun in Nebraska! Big Grin <3


As he sat on the bed, Silas watched Mati with wonder as she moved her palms over the surface of the wall. He wasn’t sure exactly what her motives were behind the things she was doing, but Silas was positive it was all in preparation for her artwork. He hoped she didn’t mind if he stayed and watched her as he was curious to see her work in action. Of course, Silas was also a bit worried about leaving her alone just in case someone got the wrong idea.

Mati removed the white chalk, stepping again towards the wall and raising her hand to begin her sketch. When a thought caught her mind and she removed a handful of candles for Silas to light, he jumped up from his spot on the bed and stepped forward to take them from her. "Sure zhing. Just do vhat you must do," he said with a smile, setting the candles onto his mattress. He retrieved the matches from Mati’s tin as well and one by one he lit the candles, placing a few on the floor, but some he arranged on the few pieces of furniture (a chest and a side table) kept in his room. "Anyzhing else I can do for you?"



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i'll ask Libri to join us ^^

It would be a large picture, and if he thought that he wished to stay Mati would certainly put him to work. It did not take much talent to apply a coat of paint, and she found that many enjoyed being brought into the process. The light began to flicker around them, softly at first and then greater and greater as he added one candle after another.

Mati smiled as he questioned her. She moved to the larger can of paint and pried it open with a small tool. It was the blue that would be the background to the ocean scene. There’s a lot of wall to cover, Mati began as she took two large brushes from yet another one of the many sacks and bags that she had brought with her. and if you were going to stay… Mati trailed her words as she handed him the paintbrush and gave another grin.

The Dreamer didn’t wait for him to agree or disagree, and crouched to mix the paint. It was thick from its age but she had learned that adding water helped to thin it out and bring it back to full life.

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Sorry for keeping you waiting q_q


         She had heard noises, but most prominent of all, she had detected a smell that did not belong. It seemed that her strange stomach illness had passed, as the few latest days had gone by without the unpleasant scenes where her body refused to keep the food down. She had kept to herself to avoid spreading a possible infection, and so today she felt strangely social. Her strange friendship with Silas was still speckled with uncertainty, but she knew that she would feel better if she could stare at that well designed face of his for a moment or two. Then, she had become side tracked, and the scent of pack wolf had wiped any pleasant emotion that had resided within her ruby orbs. With her sharp edged companion strapped on her back, she stalked the hallways without a sound, avoiding certain, invisible spots on the floor where she knew weight would cause the wood to crack wearily.

        
Voices were easy to recognize by now, though her mind somehow managed to remain relatively blank until she forcefully pushed the door to the male’s room open and beheld a scene that she was quick to misinterpret. Lit candles, the scent of paint, and the male and the female, together! And worse, this was a large, bulky wolf. IN INFERNI. IN SILAS’ ROOM. Ears slammed against her copper hair, and she could feel electric currents dance along her skin and fur. Surprise mingled with the strangest sensation of hurt. He was not hers, he never had been, but never had jealousy flared within her this way. Out of all the females he could have chosen, he even chose this ugly motherfucking bitch.

        
She had sincerely believed he had liked her, but now everything lay shattered on the floor and she hated him more than she had ever hated Samael. She turned abruptly from the horrendous sight and started to walk away, her pace slightly hurried, but unexpectedly calm. How strange, because she was anything but calm. She targeted the door leading to her room, the sanctuary that it was essential for her to reach.


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<3 +3


Pale blue eyes watched Mati, excited to see her go to work. He stood close by as she bent to pry open her paint can and Silas’ eyes lit up at the strange blue paint contained in the metal can. When she handed him a brush, Silas accepted it with a smile beaming over his features. "Of courze," he replied as she went to mixing the paint and he watched as the ribbons of varying colors began to mix and revive into a blue that would work perfectly for the ocean scene she intended to paint.

He had barely noticed the sound of footfall in the mansion’s hallway, dismissing it as one of the boys that lived on the other side of the second floor. But Silas had been wrong in his assumptions and he was just as surprised and startled as Mati must have been when the door to his bedroom went swinging open, knocking over one of the lit candles and easily dousing its flame. Halo stood in the doorway – the last person he’d really expected to see – and her ears flattened against her copper hair. A storm of emotion kicked up in his stomach at the sight of her, yet she seemed disturbed by the scene she was witnessing.

Without a word, Halo quickly turned and made her way back down the hall to the sanctuary of her room, leaving the pair in silence for no longer than a moment. "Halo," Silas breathed in disbelief, features contorting to show his confusion over what had just happened. In a moment, Silas had stepped over the fallen candle and out into the hallway, jogging a few steps so that he could catch up to the Hydra. A hand went out, aiming to grasp her arm and halt her departure. "Halo, vhat’s vrong?" For the moment, Mati had been forgotten in Silas’ room, for he just had to discover what was plaguing the Inferni princess’ mind.



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She dipped the brush into the can of paint, the blue sinking into it's bristles and saturating it. After much practice she found it easy to hold the wooden handle, and raked the excess paint off the brush. One more stroke against the can's metal rim and she smiled back at Silas, You don't want too much on the brush. Mati didn't want there to be splatters and drips all over his floor, and held her paw under it to catch any fall-away droplets. The brush had just hit the wall when the door was pushed violently open, startled Mati almost lost hold of the brush, and stepped backwards.

Violet eyes looked to find an exotic female coyote, beautiful by any and every standard, taring back at them. It was easy to see that she was unhappy and a frown came to Mati's face at the sight of her. Unsure what this was about, Mati lost her voice from the startle and kept stone still and silent. After what seemed like a long arduous moment the unnamed female turned and left. The Dreamer stood frozen, shocked by the interruption and confused to the most complete point. She looked to Silas, whom stood still only a second longer before running after the other female. A second passed, alone in the dimly lit room and looked around as if looking for another to confirm what she had just witnessed.

Then Mati took the few steps out of the room, brush still in hand and wandered after them. There must be a misunderstanding, though Mati was unsure what it could be. Silas? She called after her friend, utterly confused.

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         The wordless agony burned with pain flooding her heart and rage clouding her mind. Her thoughts were nothing less than deranged as she rushed away. Someone spoke her name, but her ears did not want to hear. Footsteps followed closely after, followed by fingers reaching for her arm. The Hydra turned automatically, but as she glared into ice and saw nothing but innocent confusion in it, it was all she could do not to place her fist in his fucking face.

        
She blamed him when the one guilty here was her. She had been stupid and believed in something impossible. Who in the world would want her? Ugly and broken—who would ever want a crippled creature like that. Such a fool to believe.. Eyes draped in the colour of freshly drawn blood narrowed, yet along with the anger there was something tremendously fragile. ”I thought—“ she started, but was interrupted by a voice that belonged to the other female.

        
Her eyes left ice and found a most peculiar hue of lavender. Blood boiled hot within her dangerous glare, flared with ill will. Now all that rage was concentrated on the wolf, and she could feel the madness bubble under her skin; screaming for murder. Fingers twitched with irritation at the lack of the blade’s handle between them. A vicious growl rose in her throat and she reached for the sword, fully intending to follow this mad impulse.



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PP! :o Let me know if I need to change it.


When she turned, copper curtain of hair swaying in a fury, Silas was met with a red glare that could have pierced steel. His own features pulled into confusion, icy eyes unsure as they studied the princess’ face. There was a moment’s silence that followed and in the distance was the vague sound of movement coming from Silas’ bedroom. Halo opened her mouth to speak, two words stumbling out before she was cut off by the voice of another. Silas turned his head, eyes falling onto his Crimson Dreams friend. She, of course, was just as confused as Silas was. He was going to offer her some words, but he was unsure of what to say. Either way, Halo’s movement brought his gaze back to her and Silas spied her hand reaching for the handle of her blade.

"Halo," his voice was stern, mystified and warning all in one. He grabbed her then, pulling her towards him so that she wouldn’t be able to pull away or carry out any crazy thoughts running through her head. He couldn’t understand what she was so upset about, but he was going to get to the bottom of this. With Halo clutched close to him, she had no chose but look at him. If her eyes strayed away from his own to focus elsewhere, there was no doubt the boy would turn her chin and force her to redirect her gaze. "You zhought vhat? Vhat’s vrong?" He wanted some sort of explanation and wouldn’t release her until he got it.


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The stigma surrounding the Inferni group were making the current situation difficult for Mati to manage. There was anxiety that came to her now. The male had spoken his packmate's name so softly that Mati could hardly figure what it was, but she remained silent and watched the other female closely. She was intense, her emotions falling and then suddenly rising as the Dreamer approached them. Unsure and uneasy came to her but Mati didn't feel the need to leave immediately, because... what about the mural? It felt unnatural for the artist to simply walk away from an assignment, and so leaving instantly was not the first thing to cross her thoughts. She stood a step behind Silas, knowing that stepping forward or heaven forbid between them would be walking into tension that she would rather not dive too deeply into.

When the coyote female reached to her side, Mati didn't notice. But the glimmer of something bright directed her eyes to the sword and instinctively she took a step backwards. Silas was instantly in front of the crazed woman, and Mati held her hand in front of her chest. This was insane, the Dreamer concluded. He held the other female steady, and Mati wondered strongly what was this coyote's problem truly was. For this was not how she would deal with a visitor, since Mati was not a trespasser. Silas had said that it would be okay for her to visit, Calm down, Silas invited me. Mati retaliated to the female's response, her voice giving way to her inner insecurity and confusion even if the words did not. She wouldn't have trespassed this far into any lands without an escort, and she had thought that Silas at her side was enough to prove that she meant no harm.

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         She was irrational, but that was nothing new. Her blade wanted to sing, and she wanted it to just as much. She was digging her own grave here, but anger caused the young woman to ignore the obvious consequences of this kind of violence. Common sense had left her for now, and hormones willingly carried the folly to injudicious heights. It was easier to turn on the wolf, but as the sword was drawn, the male took action. The air around him had always inflicted a strange unease within her. Things would definitely have been different had she not been molested by her uncle, but that was what had happened. While many had watched her with open, foul hunger, Silas had not. She had believed in another reason for why this was.

        
While she was extremely strong for her size, the male was not weak in comparison. Perhaps this would have ended in a painful arm lock had she not been so surprised by his move. His body hid the wolf out of sight. Too close now—especially for a ghastly moment like this. It was not fair of him to ask her such questions this way. The Hydra couldn’t bear to maintain eye contact. She wanted to turn away, but he did not allow it; turned her chin back so that she had no choice but to have her gaze return to his face. She couldn’t expose herself like that in the presence of his girlfriend. She always made a point not to mingle with non-Inferni. She could accept hybrids, as she was one herself, but once she had chosen her side, she seemed unable to interact peacefully with the other.

        
What she needed was to get away from him. Perhaps some sense had returned, for she found that she was unwilling to hurt him to escape- I thought it was me. ”Nothing,” she breathed, stumbling through her head to find words to help her escape from this nightmare of a scene. ”I didn’t know you had company—that you and she..” One thing was certain though, she was not going to cry in front of the newly discovered couple. A part of her understood well how she must look. Deranged and irrational. It was not as if he had ever been hers, so she had no right to blame the other for succeeding.

        
The woman’s words stood without a verbal reaction. It was not the wolf’s mere presence that had triggered this, but despite the hatred she directed on to the other, it was evident that she did not make the connection. Silas didn’t either, and it hurt her to remember his face and the glances he had thrown after her when he thought she wouldn’t notice. ”Yes, I just didn’t expect to see you,” the coyote’s said, voice slightly flat now as she addressed the outsider. She wanted to scream and tear out those pretty purple eyes and put them in the drawer with the bleached bone pieces in her room. Fresh and unexpected jealousy was ugly. While she wanted to cling to her beliefs and lean against the male now when he finally was so near, she leaned in the opposite direction, waiting to be released so that she could flee far from here and escape this embarassing moment. "I'll go now," she snapped, deadly afraid of the veil of moisture gathering in her ruby orbs.



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This was the closest Halo had ever been to Silas, but it was all wrong. The electricity still ran through his veins, but this was not how it was supposed to happen. The young hybrid was terribly confused and now that Halo was held close to him, he could sense a feeling of hurt radiating from those crimson eyes. What had he done wrong? Why was she reacting like this? For a moment a flare of anger rose in him when she merely responded to his question dismissively. Before the Russian had a chance to pry more, however, she revealed a bit more before her words trailed away. Silas only looked down at her with brows twisted in puzzlement, trying to piece this all together.

And then her words were directed at Mati and Silas sensed some tension there, unsure of what unspoken grudges these girls might have held against one another. And really, Silas didn’t have much time to process all of this. Halo was leaning against his grip, clearly wanting to be free of him now. And then she was dismissing herself, her voice sharper than Silas expected, causing him to finally let her free. "I don’t get eet," is all he could mumble in response, feeling terribly hurt and confused. He had liked Halo, since day one it seemed, and now he had gone and done something to ruin it all. The worst part was that Silas didn’t even know what he had done to upset Halo like this. Whatever it was, he hoped that he could take it back for he could already feel the pressure falling onto his chest, crushing away any hopes he had had.



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She was fierce, even in her attempt to avoid them and walk away from this situation. Mati watched her closely, secretly fascinated by her intensity. It brewed in every aspect she owned, and Mat found that she could not draw her eyes away from the crimson gaze that shot from her own face to that of Silas and then skirted away from either of them. And when she spoke, there was something lingering around those words that Mati vaguely understood. Mati knew this, knew this feeling but could not completely grasp hold of the meaning.

Silas spoke, his hands letting the fire woman go. Mati was nervous instantly as the body was released and given her freedom. There was such unhappiness in her face, masked by hardness and anger. Deep seeded hate, shadowed emotions that had yet to be exposed and secrets and feelings yet to be told. Mati recognized it, her heart understood and yet her mind was unable to formulate the reasoning.

What she did know was it was her fault, her presence had caused this reaction. What lived between these two pack members was far more important then her mural, more important then her friendship with Silas. For what they had was nothing, compared to what was held in the red eyes of the coyote woman. No, Mati spoke, shaking her head as the pieces fell together. How foolish was she that it only came together now. me and him, we’re not… The words were tangled but Mati found herself waving her hand as if dismissing the notion of it all together.

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         Regret and relief flooded her senses as the ice eyed male let her go. Halo did not understand what she was doing either, so that made three of them, it seemed. The anger had lashed out at her, and as her temper was pierced by hormones, she had only followed that insanity. She was a classic example of act before thought. Although the battle was lost in her eyes, she wanted to plead for his forgiveness, but her foolish pride kept her mouth shut. Ruby observed ice, and she could tell that she had hurt him too. Good, a part of the Hydra thought, but if possible she felt worse now with the knowledge that she had ruined something. She knew she only wanted him to hurt because she did not want to be alone in her misery. Perhaps all was lost now. Couldn’t she have settled with his friendship?

        
She was about to swirl around and exit the scene she had made when the wolfish woman spoke. Her mind seethed at the sound of that voice, but she hesitated nevertheless. Red gaze turned to the autumn hued woman and was surprised to see her shake her head. The words left her blessedly blank for a moment or two before realization set in. Had she understood? What was left now was silent terror. It was strange how deep she was falling when she already had believed the bottom was reached. The wolf understood, but Halo was torn. She and her pride suffered greatly when it was suggested that she was not invincible. Her sugar coated feelings for Silas made her weak as long as she stood alone. Her emotional state was a crazy place, but she recognized the inane relief blooming within. She had ruined everything now anyway.

        
”..oh,” was all the Hydra could muster. She could feel the weight of guilt starting to pull her down. God, what a scene she had made. She could not imagine that those serene lavender pools were dishonest. She did not even know how to apologize. ”I’m .. so sorry,” her voice cracked, a deep flush spreading beneath the layers of copper fur. Of course she wanted to back up herself and deny the truth that the wolf had discovered, but the madness deserved an end. All she had done was to ruin a great day for all three of them. For that, she found that she was sincerely sorry. Cherry orbs fluttered between the two canines before her, and the scene remained unbearable. Her fault, of course. Always.


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For a moment there was nothing but suffocating silence and Silas could merely focus his attention on Halo standing before him, now free of his grip. Mati’s voice permeated the hallway after a moment and Silas gratefully let his pale blue gaze find her form just behind him. For the slightest moment he didn’t understand what she meant when the one syllable word tumbled from her maw. No, what? She was shaking her head and then more words proceeded and it took Silas only a second to decipher the meaning behind those few jumbled words.

He instantly turned to face Halo again, unable to help the small smile forming along his muzzle. There was a sense of relief in those words Mati had offered and now the young Russian realized what Halo had taken all of this as. She had thought that Mati was alone with Silas because they were together – what relief! "Mati’s juzt a friend," he chimed, clarifying further. Silas could admit that she was a very beautiful young woman and he had had eyes for her upon first meeting Mati, but those were just his youthful male hormones talking. In all reality, Silas knew he only had eyes for one, despite his occasional flirtatious ways. "She’s a pretty girl, but," for a second he almost wanted to reveal his true thoughts to Halo, but refrained, shrugging.

Halo's embarrassment was quite obvious both in her voice and in her general expression. Silas wanted nothing more than to comfort her somehow, but he was lost as to what he could do. "Mati ees painting a mural een mine room." The Praeses figured that if he continued to clarify the relationship had he between Mati, he could repair whatever damage had been caused in the past few minutes. He’d do his best to make it clear he wasn’t with anyone.




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The Dreaming female could not figure out the relationship that these two Inferni members had. Of course it was plain to see that there was something going on between them, beyond the feelings of friendship. Siblings they were certainly not, and Mati figured that it was heartfelt rather then a bias against her wolf species. For all she knew, they could be as close as she was with Cambria. The mere thought of it brought her a deep sense of sadness. The fey was tempted to creep away and let them figure out this themselves, but there was too much guilt crippling her and she found it impossible to move from her spot a step behind Silas. The male spoke, explaining what they were doing and that their intentions had been completely innocent and Mati gave a nod to confirm them. She had paint on her fingers, to prove it and if the coy-woman wished it she could join them. Though Mati hoped that she could simply be dismissed once all of this confusion was settled.

Silas' is right, he's just my friend. She was flattered that he thought that she was pretty, and Mati thought him handsome as well but there was no one in her life other then Cambria and that truth would not change. If it had been the chocolate female staring at her with hurt and confused eyes, Mati would be on her knees begging for forgiveness, even if it was simply a misunderstanding. If this was such a situation, the Church wolfess could not leave them in shambles. I'm with someone, and I would never betray her. She confirmed, her gaze looking solidly at the red eyes woman. See, innocent. She was not about to steal anyone away from their beloved, if that was what she was seeing. If felt as if it could be. Mati knew what it felt like to think that Cambi might be lost to her and it would be impossible for her to be a willing participant in something like what Halo was believing it to be.

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        While she was indeed relieved at the sudden knowledge of a friendship rather than a romance, she remained still. This was truly embarrassing, especially because the male was here to witness her ridiculous way she acted. Bright red orbs remained on the wolf's face, afraid to return to the male's handsome face. Heart thundered against the inner walls of her chest, though it seemed light and immortal now. The weight had evaporated, but there was stress poking at her nerves. Perhaps it was because she had exposed herself so; raged and stomped in dismay at the thought of the male she preferred was taken. Slowly, that blood red gaze fell to the dusty, wooden floor. The rebellious energy was slowly fading away, leaving only a subtle flow of remaining adrenaline flushing through her veins.

        
She turned to Silas as he complimented the wolf, but he did not say the words she knew she secretly wished for. Her face was tranquil again, though she felt overall defeated. She was her own worst enemy. Should it really matter that much to her if Silas wished for no more than a friendship? The Hydra had always been on her own, so what was there to fear? She knew nothing of this fragile, fluttering emotion residing in her chest. She had harbored a similar feeling for Samael before everything went wrong, and so it revealed that emotion was dangerous. Silas was not like her Lykoi uncle though. Silas was everything she was. not

        
Her lips pursed to form a silent "oh" in response when the ice eyed hybrid explained the wolf's presence. She could have asked to see it--she had failed to notice anything but the two figures in the room when she had stormed in--but decided against it. She had ruined enough today. The wolf spoke, but the Lykoi woman's thought did not linger long enough with those words to discover what they revealed. The lavender eyed female was Silas' friend and that was all. Regardless, the woman was somewhat grateful that the other had cleared out things. This scene could have ended much worse. "I'm truly sorry," the coyote said again, her eyes returning to the wolf, ruby hues sincere. It was the kindest words she had ever spoken to a mere wolf.

        
She should be going, but did not retreat more than a few steps from the two canines before allowing her eyes to travel back to the young male. She wished there was something she could say. There were several things that could be said, in fact, but the copper hued woman would not know where to start. His face seemed to have brightened, but a natural explanation could be that he was relieved the open conflict had left the air.


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