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Halo Lykoi · 07-25-2010, 01:21 PM

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As usual, I totally fail at starting threads <3


Her mood was brighter than it had been for a long time now, and for once her day would turn into a productive one once again. Morning hours had been spent outside with her twin blades. The young warrior was exhausted, but content with the fresh start. Itachi was together with Kaena and could not bother her. It was strange to be without the little fur ball even if his presence mostly was considered undesired. She felt.. guilty for not being there with him, but she also knew that he was better off where he were at the moment. At least the Centurion appreciated the little child.


Fingers groomed through those soft copper hued locks, still wet from a dive in the closest river. Her slender form rounded the last corner leading to the mansion's front door, entering the door and rushing upstairs to the empty bedroom. Many things continued to burn inside her, but this was one step in the right direction. Her room was not particularly tidy, but while she had the energy to spare, she wouldn't spend it on something dull like that. A scratching sound sounded and the coyote's face turned to let ruby hues investigate the intruder. It was the small form of one of her rodents. A spontaneous smile flashed on her lips and she turned fully to approach and retrieve it, but as she moved to the small rat it turned and darted down the hallway instead.


Did they no longer know her? Smile turned to a light frown as she calmly followed the beast, but the little bugger disappeared into a hole in the wall and did not reappear. All that time spent wasted, but this was her own fault for not taking care of her little pets. Moments passed and the woman knew very well where she were. Cheeks wanted to burn at the mere thought of the horrible scene she had caused when she had seen the Crimson Dreams wolf and Silas together. She had been busy hiding away from the ice eyed male, so she had not seen him for a while. She regretted things always were like that. Her movement was hesitant, but eventually she was standing outside Silas' door.


Instead of knocking, the woman decided that she did not dare. Without even checking if the Russian was home or not, she turned and started to walk back to her room. Perhaps her room could use some tidying up after all.

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Silas Agata · 07-25-2010, 02:02 PM

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But I still love you! <3 +5

With the bag dumped onto his bed, half of its contents spilling out on the mattress, Silas silently thumbed through what he had scavenged in Halifax that morning. Sleep seemed to be evading him lately, so while the sun was still resting and the sky was littered with a million glowing stars, Silas left the security of his second floor room and ventured outside towards the city. He had wandered by the motel where he and his family had first lived upon their arrival at Nova Scotia, finding it abandoned now. From there he had gone inside a multitude of dilapidated buildings, searching through various apartments and stores that Silas had yet to venture inside.

There wasn’t a lot he had brought back, though he had been lucky to find a few things he knew would come in handy. He had traded Cotl three bottles of vodka for the tattoo that now decorated his right shoulder so he had found a few more bottles to replace the small supply hidden beneath his bed. They weren’t bottles of Русский Стандарт, but Silas could live with that. Really, he mostly kept things like this for trading but of course also for the occasional fun time.

He had been able to find another pack of cigarettes which he placed on the bedside table. He didn’t smoke often, but Silas didn’t object to gathering things while they were there. If he hadn’t grabbed them, eventually someone else would have. And although more things still lay hidden within the fabric of his bag, Silas’ attention was focused on the small thing he had found in one of the apartment buildings. He held it with a couple fingers, turning it in the light to study. Though he wasn’t exactly sure what it was, Silas had taken the ring with him because of the precious stone locked in its cage of gold. The garnet glittered in the light, its darkened red color shining a little brighter in the center – almost ruby – as the sun passed over it. It reminded him of the princess, and so he couldn’t help taking it. It had been awhile since he had seen those eyes and the ring made that seem a little less difficult.

In the hallway Silas heard movement just outside his door. He hesitated for a moment, listening to see whether or not he had a visitor or if only someone was passing by as they climbed the stairs. Being situated by the stairwell, Silas had grown accustom to the sound of footfall wandering by. After a moment, he could hear the light steps of whoever wandering further down the hall, and Silas dropped his gaze away from his door. He had hoped that maybe...

The ring he set near the cigarettes on the bed side table, but the rest would have to wait. Silas rose from his bed, pale blue eyes sweeping over the mural that had yet to be completed, before he moved to the doorway. He paused there, one clawed hand resting on the doorknob. He couldn’t take this anymore. He needed to see her and something inside told him the princess was the one wandering away from him. Sighing, the young Russian opened his bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway, icy eyes sweeping the mansion’s second floor to discover the Hydra trailing to her room. For a moment Silas merely watched in silence, smiling at the woman’s flawless appearance as she continued to move further away. "Halo," he called to her gently, hoping she’d turn. For no reason at all, Silas seemed to have fallen into a brilliant mood.

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^_^ wifeyyy<3


There was a silent click behind the woman, soon followed by a soft voice speaking her name. She whirled around in an elegant, natural pirouette. A loose strand of hair was quickly swept away from her face as she peered at the open door and the male. Had he known it was her? Her hands connected behind her back, dark gray claws clicking against each other in a slightly nervous manner. So much had happened to her this year, but the fluttering sensation continued to breathe in his presence. She thought she felt less confidence today than she had been earlier. She had ruined his day with the Crimson Dreams wolf, and the last things that had happened in her life had not exactly.. improved her situation. It was through sheer force of will her ruby orbs rose to his icy hues without trembling.


She smiled at him as he smiled at her. She chose to believe he was not too angry with her for her idiocy, and it immediately made her feel a bit better about everything. She was quick to doubt in herself, and her natural response was always to hide away so that she could avoid confrontation. There would be one here in one way or the other, but she should learn to remain long enough to deal with issues before fleeing. Oversized ears perked, pursuing another presence from within the boy’s room. Unlike her, the Russo male had friends coming over every now and then. Of course she was afraid she had interrupted him, somehow, but she could not hear anything. She had not heard voices when she had passed by. She settled with that.


”Silas,” she finally breathed, stepping closer to avoid having them sharing a loud dialogue from each their base in the hallway. She rarely felt that she had anything worthwhile to say though. Everything about this male was a fresh breath. She was nothing special. She still failed to understand why he was so surprised at her assumption. She knew that the male would be considered a catch to many other women about. The Hydra thought of Zana for a moment, but she had not seen the other female up and about near the mansion. The Lykoi woman had made things clear last time she and Zana had faced each other. As long as she did not have to look at that little midget’s face, she was content. Now, back to the male. She couldn’t shake off her nervousness. She would just have to endure. ”I didn’t realize you were home.”

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Silas Agata · 07-26-2010, 11:13 AM

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Big Grin +3

Leaning against the doorway, Silas watched the Hydra as she turned to face him. Things with her were so completely different that it scared him sometimes; he didn’t know what it meant. He had seen and met other young girls whom Silas had decided attractive, but it didn’t feel the same as it did with Halo. It was the small things with her that lured Silas the most. The two Infernians hadn’t shared a real conversation in quite some time, yet he still felt his heart pouring over her. The way the light caught her copper hair when she spun and the subtle shine that found it was beautiful. The simplest action of a finger brushing away a stray stand was more than alluring to him. He wanted to hold her close to him and protect her from anything in the world, even if she was capable of protecting herself. And yet, most of the time she seemed so out of reach. But today, Silas had a good feeling about things.

"I 'aven’t been for long," he admitted while taking a few steps towards her as well, the distance between them closing some. "I juzt got back from Haleefax," he divulged. Meanwhile, Silas could feel the racing of his heart beneath his ribs but he fought his nervous anxiety from leaking into his veins and ruining his words. "Say, are you… busy right now?" A pause of silence fell between them and Silas dearly hoped she would say no. It had been quite some time since he had last seen Halo and he couldn’t really remember when they had last had a sincere conversation. Aside from the idea he held in mind, Silas would love to catch up with the Inferni princess. There was bound to be a lot that had transpired since their small confrontation when Mati had been visiting. "I have somezhing to show you," he tacked on, revealing his intentions so as to hopefully reel her in. So much rested on this response.

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This had never been an act; not around Silas. She remained relatively passive around the ice eyes male, but more genuine than normally when she was surrounded by others. His presence affected her, made her feel weak yet she continued to revel at the emotions that was brought to life in his presence. He took away her arrogance and confidence and left her knees wobbly, made her feel strangely vulnerable. She had not truly understood her own feelings until the day she had barged in and freaked out at Silas and his friend. In her mind, this did complicate things. She was damaged goods in many ways while the male remained pure and absolutely flawless. She wished it could have been different.


She continued to smile at him as he mentioned that he just returned from Halifax. He too came closer, causing her nose to wrinkle momentarily as she caught a hint of cigarette smoke from him. It was not a bad smell and it was not the first time she had detected it. "Oh. Did you find anything interesting?" She shook her head as he asked if she was busy. No, she could not even remember what she had intended to do anyway. Heat and ice wrestled in her belly, but she knew that she did not want to walk away from him. They had not seen each other for quite some time now. "No.. I'm not busy at all," she chimed with added warmth in her melodic voice.


The smile was replaced by a more curious expression as he revealed that he had something to show her. Perhaps it was a finished painting in his room. Either way, she welcomed the opportunity to spend some time with him, no matter what he decided to say or do. Her elegant form danced closer to his and ruby eyes peered up at those handsome baby blue. "Really? What is it?" She asked, genuine curiosity present in her exotic features.

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Silas Agata · 07-26-2010, 04:52 PM

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Big Grin +3

At her initial words, he didn’t reveal a thing. Instead, offering her the invitation to show her. When she revealed she wasn’t busy with other things for now, Silas could feel his heart race. Instantly his grin broadened, nervous and yet excited to see what she might say for what he had in store for her. Halo moved closer to him, her ruby eyes shining up at his. Shaking his head playfully, he chimed, "I can’t tell you zhat. You have to see for yourself." A small jerk of his head gestured towards his bedroom door behind them and Silas took a step backward before turning to head to his bedroom. "Zhink you vill like eet," he assured her, though he wasn’t entirely sure that was true. Silas surely hoped that she did, for he was placing a lot on this small thing.

When he reached the doorway his eyes trailed behind him, finding Halo’s ruby eyes and smiling again at her. This meeting was much more pleasant than their last, and it seemed as if Silas had all but forgotten about that now. The mural on his wall was left unfinished and the crimson armchair was pushed up against the wall there. Silas moved past the cedar chest and over towards his bed, where the bag lay just where he had left it. He took a seat on the bed, collecting the bag in one hand and sliding it over to his side.

Turning to Halo with a grin, he patted the bed too as if to invite her to sit down. "Eet’s in here," he told her, pale blue eyes twinkling with excitement before he turned his focus onto the bag. Sorting through the random odds and ends Silas had collected, he discovered with a grin the thing he had wanted. Clasping it in a palm, so that it was hidden from view, Silas removed it from the bag and looked up at Halo with the Chesire grin returning. "For you," he told her as he held out his hand, fingers still curled over to hide exactly what the present was.

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Continuing to cherish the fact that he remained her friend, she could not remove that bloody smile from her lips. She was immediately intrigued when he did not reveal this thing he wanted to show her. She willingly followed as he gestured towards his bedroom, checking out his broad, muscular back. Her red gaze darted away the moment he turned to look at her, of course. This was indeed more pleasant than the last time, but that was because she wasn't freaking out. It was strange how opposites seemed to draw him to him. Hot red burned not only within the eye, but had her entire soul ablaze. Silas seemed to be able to calm the fire. She remembered well the first time she had looked into the tranquil gaze of the male. She had liked him immediately.


Cherry hued orbs circled the room as she entered after the Russian. She was sort of sorry to see the mural still unfinished, but there was a hint of wicked contentment as well. Ah, she had not changed. She remained a bitch, but this was a side she did not want to own in his presence. He made her want to be something more; something better. The dark coated male took a seat on the bed. She fidgeted slightly, pondering whether or not she too should sit down before he patted the bed, a sign for her to settle down on the mattress again. His scent mingled with that of a freshly smoked cigarette. She found that she quite liked the combination.


She focused on the male now, ears perking with that same curiosity present in her eyes. She watched him rummaging through the bag, but she was unable to catch a glimpse of whatever it could be. It was hidden firmly in his clasped palm. The Lykoi could feel her heart echo in her ears; feel it drum against her chest. There were no butterflies trapped within her belly. Instead, there was a feeling of wonderful weightlessness as well as a hint of something resembling fear. The woman's eyes softened noticeably as he held out his hand and said those words. Her movements were slow as she lifted her own hands close to his; palms facing upwards and ready to retrieve whatever he was hiding.

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Silas Agata · 07-26-2010, 10:38 PM

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Pale eyes focus on her flawless features, shining with eagerness and excitement to see what she would think of his gift. Silas thought that she seemed somehow innocent in her anticipation of what he held, a softness finding her features that made Silas feel warm. Slowly she lifted her palms close to his, ready to accept the offer that he held hidden behind clasped fingers. Unable to suppress the smile, he let his fingers unfold, the gold of the bracelet now clearly visible even in the dimly lit room. With his other hand, Silas gently grabbed one end of the bracelet, lifting it from his own palm and down onto Halo’s awaiting hands. The jewelry glinted as it found its new resting place. When Silas had first found it, he was instantly reminded of the Inferni princess. He would have kept it for himself, had he not considered that it would look far more beautiful around Halo’s wrist. Of course, he couldn’t be sure if she’d like it, or if she’d even wear it. He was stepping out on a limb here, getting close to revealing the thoughts that often swirled in the Russian’s mind.

"Eet made me zhink of you," he told her, letting his gaze fall from her own ruby eyes and down to the jewelry in her hands. It was a long dragon with ruby gemstone eyes that circled around to clasp its tail in mouth. It had been perfect, Silas thought. The dragon resembling the one on the intricate fabric that Halo often wore and the rubies a sparkling reminder of the Hydra’s own breathtaking gaze. Silas lifted his pale eyes to find hers again, scared to see what she would think. He wanted to say more, but Silas couldn’t bring himself to just yet. He’d have to wait to see her response before he got the nerve.

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She did not feel that she deserved anything. He had always been kind and warm to her, but it had been clear to the female that he had so much more good in him than she did. His ability to mingle with those she considered enemies was one of the things that set them apart. The Hydra did not resent him for this though. No, she admired him, secretly envying him for his friendly ways and kind heart. She burned people, held so much hate and misery in her young heart. It wasn't strange that she wanted him--she often wanted things she could not have. Her reaction had been vivid when he had seen him together with another, but she had always believed that Silas would have found someone more... suitable than herself. More kind, perhaps. Then again, she had to be careful not to put too much meaning into this. He was just being kind because that was the type of individual he was.


Her breathing ceased to be when the golden item was revealed and placed gently in her awaiting hands. The woman had always made her own things and worn them with pride. This was quite different from what she usually wore. It held a whole other level of quality and elegance. She could never hope to make something like this, as it had been forged and shaped by humans. Gold and ruby complimented each other, but what struck her most was the serpentine shape of the mythologic beast biting its own tail. It was a dragon. Had her eyes been less occupied with the golden item, she would have looked to the beautiful dragon decorating her cloth piece.


It was beautiful. Moreso because it was from him. His warm, kind words brought a new wave of flush to her face. Such a gift would never have been expected. Her eyes rose to find his face, and she realized that she smiled. She did not know what to say. This situation was awkward and fragile, something that she was not very good at. But it was this male that was with her. "Silas.." she breathed, feeling her face burn hot behind copper and cream. "It's perfect," she continued with a voice filled with thrill. Gathering some courage from the waves of cherished emotion, she reached out to hug the considerate male with both arms.

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Silas Agata · 07-29-2010, 07:37 PM

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Lame Silas is lame. Big Grin +3

For a moment it seemed as if the entire world has stopped spinning and that time itself had stopped. Silas’ gift for Halo had been revealed, set into the girl’s awaiting palms gently. His focus was on her ruby eyes, searching for some clue as to what she was thinking. Had he gone too far by giving her this gift? Did she find it to be a lame gesture? Was the jewelry too ugly? Did she not want this kind of attention from him? There were so many worries tumbling inside of his head, but Silas was put at ease when a smile lit her features. The gleam of milky teeth was welcome amongst copper and cream, and Silas could once again take a breath of air. So far, so good.

She reached out to him, both arms wrapping around him in an embrace. He tried to control himself, letting only one arm curve around her thin frame, but he couldn’t seem to help himself, and Silas found his other arm easily wrapping around to join the first. "I’m glad you like eet," he told her softly, his muzzle turned towards her and her scent dominating his olfaction. This was to be a cherished moment, unlike the last time their bodies had been held so close. This was how it was supposed to be, and Silas let himself forget all the tensions that had surrounded their last awkward restraining embrace.

Maybe it was time to just out and say it all now. There were so many things swirling in his head. Mostly, the what ifs. What if she rejected him. What if things didn’t turn out as he expected. What if this ruined everything they had and Halo no longer wanted to be friends with him. What if she was already with someone. What if Silas made a fool of himself. What if, what if… But Silas knew he couldn’t focus on that, otherwise he’d unnerve himself too much.

Instead, he reluctantly released Halo and pulled away. His pale gaze found hers again, before he let his focus travel to the bed. "Halo... I have known you seence I vas accepted eento Inferni and you vere kind enough to show me to zhe mansion, and help me find a room to stay een. I just vant to say, vhen I first met you, eet's like ve connected on a deeper level than I have vith anyone else." A pause, a deep breath. "So I just had to tell you how I felt; I like you a lot." It took enormous courage just so say those words, but more so to lift his gaze to find hers. He expected to find some look of indignation or horror burning in those ruby eyes.

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My apologies for this sudden wall of weird text wtf O_O 5+


He did not shy away from her impulsive act of gratitude, thankfully. She could feel electricity dance up through her spine as his arms wrapped around her, but it was a welcome imprisonment. Past incidents ruined much for her. Physical contact was something she had issues appreciating any longer, especially after she discovered the impossible pregnancy. There was no doubt in her mind that a crime had been committed the night of the consummation, but at least she had no memories to trail back to another episode of horror. She had been afraid to face him again, but she had missed his company no matter the strange tension always surrounding the two of them.


His voice brushed softly against an attentive ear and the woman was close to losing her grip on the situation. She felt so conflicted, yet this was definitely what she wanted. She wanted the warmth that his presence brought to remain with her always. She revelled at the perfect moment with a content smile enchanting her delicate face, deciding against the struggle in pursuit of words. It was hard for her to settle with what she had, but he was pretty much flawless in every way she could think of. Perhaps that was why she felt so frail in his presence. Her fingers tightened around the golden dragon bracelet as if to reassure that this was not her mind playing cruel with her, but it remained real in her grasp and so did the Russo male.


She considered holding on to him when his own arms released, but the confidence that had allowed her to reach out for him in the first place could no longer hold back her own restraints. The woman pulled away as he did, her eyes reluctant yet unable to flee from his features. How strange it was that she could stare down a thousand sets of eyes in ugly faces yet struggled so with keeping her gaze upon Silas’ handsome features. The male's focus abandoned her form and so it was easier for her eyes to settle on his face. She was unable to swipe that foolish smile of hers off by herself, but as Silas spoke again it faded as ugly fear made its entrance and infected her core again. Ears folded against silky copper locks as she tried to interpret the meaning of his words.


She remained breathless when those icy orbs slowly lifted to scarlet, and unfortunately for Silas there was definitely some form of horror within the fiery red. She could not explain the workings of her emotions, but she knew enough to determine that she was royally fucked up. What did he mean when he said this? Her mind overanalyzed the words; twisted their meanings into horrible tales and rejection. Halo’s feelings had been more or less revealed by the wolf girl, and her mind wanted to convince her that a gift and a few nice words was the first steps of an explanation that they would just be friends. Why would this be so bad? A gift was a token of appreciation, was it not? Why did she have to insist on complicating things?


She wanted to be brave. ”I like you a lot too,” she spoke truthfully, her face softened with the traces of the immerse emotion twinkling within her chest. Her eyes fell from him then, focus apparently moving to the beautiful treasure in her hands. After a second was spent in quiet consideration, she decided to remove the self made bone bracelet from her wrist; replacing bleached white with gold and ruby. It remained perfect, and she could barely keep from fidgeting. She wanted to know exactly what he meant without having to reveal too many of her own cards in the process. It was unfair to think that way, and she knew that. She was not a beautiful individual, but in his presence she wanted to be.


She couldn’t think of how to make words sound right. She was good at destroying moments like these, and she really did not wish to do so. Regardless of the ice in her abdomen she forced her hand to reach out and settle on top of his. Everything about this male was so terrifying, but she knew that she wanted him to be in her life. She wished this would not upset her so.

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Silas Agata · 08-22-2010, 02:37 PM

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Viking is baaaaack!! <3 +3

Before he could control himself, the words were already out in the stale air of his room and there was no taking them back. He had wanted to say them – he had wanted to say them for such a long time – but he couldn’t help but fear her response. When he had gathered enough strength to find her ruby gaze again, Silas was dismayed to find some sense of horror in them and instantly both darkened ears flattened to his skull. He had clearly over stepped his boundaries and it was obvious that Halo did not feel the same and was horrified that Silas even allowed himself to think that way. Of course. Of course she wouldn’t want him. She was Lykoi blood, a princess in Inferni, and Silas was nothing more than foreign hybrid trash that really had nowhere to belong. He had been foolish in the beginning to even think that she’d accept him as anything more than a fellow clan member or a friend.

But then her beautiful features softened and her response was something Silas had not expected to hear. His heart was beating furiously fast beneath his ribs and the boy wasn’t sure how to feel. Did this mean, despite his thoughts that it was impossible, that she felt the same? He couldn’t find anything to say to her and merely watched in silence as she removed the bracelet around her wrist to replace it with the golden dragon he had given her. The simple act was enough to make Silas’ head spin and he had to take a deep breath and reassure himself that all of this was real. Somehow, it seemed so much like a fantasy of his.

And then something completely unexpected happened and the Russian swore his heart entirely missed a beat. The princess reached out a hand and her soft touch met the top of one of Silas’ own hands. Pale gaze hesitated there, studying the gesture that played out before him. None of this could be real. It was entirely too impossible. "Halo," and the soft Russian accented baritone that escaped past parted teeth was barely more than a whisper, for it was all the boy could seemingly manage. And then he lifted his gaze, finding those burning rubies once again. "I don’t want to lose you." And really, there were several meanings behind his words. Mostly, to someone else. And yet, he also feared losing the friendship they had for revealing such feelings. He hoped he wasn’t ruining everything.

Halo Lykoi · 09-08-2010, 07:27 PM

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She was very uncertain of this move. Her kind was not supposed to experience these things. Yet she was not truly a warrior as she always had wanted. Weak and frail and so vulnerable—this was not how it was supposed to be. No matter how nauseating this was, she could not help but marvel at what this was. His voice was immensely soft as he spoke her name in a breath no more than a whisper that caused her ears to flicker and lean towards the sound. It was ridiculously hard to meet his ice blue gaze, but eventually they met and he spoke again. Ice and fire continued to merge within the depths of her belly. What did he mean? The young Hydra prayed they were talking about the same thing here, but there was no certainty that could reassure her. There seemed to be emotion in the ice, of course, but she was so afraid of misinterpreting him.

It could have been so easy to simply say that no, he would not lose her, but there were other things that were bound to affect this friendship or whatever this was turning into. She did not even dare to think of the possibility of moving from friends and to something else. The cursed child in her room. Her gaze fled from his again as she felt wet salt start to gather. Fuck. She took a deep breath, but could not suppress the tremble in her throat. She wished she wouldn’t get so upset about everything, but it had to be because his opinion was extremely important to her. She did not know how to say it, but would force herself to try. ”Silas, there’s something you should know..” she breathed, agonized. ”Something happened,” but what? It had been a rape, no doubt, but she could not say that word out loud. ”I have a child.” Did it sound ludicrous in his ears as well?

Silas Agata · 09-09-2010, 04:28 PM

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There was no way to know how she would interpret his words, but the young Russian could only hope that she knew even a fraction of what he had meant. There was just something about Halo that had always attracted Silas, both carnally and intellectually. They had never been extraordinarily close, but Silas could easily picture how simple and perfect it would be if they were. Something in his heart told him that this was right – that his feelings were justified. But now they had fallen into that sticky situation, the revealing of one’s feelings. Would things come together like a puzzle?

Amongst ruby there was a shimmer, something new. She had turned her gaze away from him, and yet he remained focused on her eyes for he had gained the strength to look there. It was clear that his words had somehow upset her, and Silas could feel the air seep from his lungs. Why were her brilliant eyes saddened with the dampness of tears? And even though he wanted to deny he could hear it, as Halo began to speak, the tremble was clearly audible. This was not going to be good. This was bad news. Ice eyes widened in suspense, but he was sure he needed to hear no more. Something he should know... She was a princess and would never be caught dead with foreign trash like him. She was flattered but couldn’t be less interested. She was already with someone. She didn’t feel the same. Blah, blah, blah… the scenarios could go on for days. And though she spoke the real reason, he almost hadn’t heard it; almost didn’t believe he heard it. Gaze had fallen to their hands, where hers still rested gently over his, but he could feel his retract. Even as he watched, he felt disgusted at himself for allowing him to do such a thing, but he felt rejected and her touch seemed simply unbearable now. She had a child. And so, she had a lover.

"Oh," barely audible, but it brushed past his lips. Both blackened ears had fallen close to his skull as eyes absently traced the floor of his room. How could it have been? He had not seen this child she spoke of, and he had yet to really see her with any other male. Perhaps he had been too blinded by emotion to notice. "I didn’t realize." His foolish attempts at courting must have seemed ridiculous now. He felt strangely exposed, and wished to recoil into some sort of sense of protection. "I’m sorry." The silence that fell seemed to suffocate him and he could still not bring himself to find those rubies he loved so much. He wanted to be free from her, only so he could mourn the lost chance at love. And even though he meant it, for he wanted Halo to be happy, he could feel the dull ache beneath his ribs as his heart broke, "I hope you are happy vith him, zhen."

Halo Lykoi · 09-21-2010, 08:48 AM

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She could feel his hand come to life and start to retract from her touch, and this caused a large lump to grow in her clogging throat. She should not be surprised to find that he rejected her now. His vibrant gaze fled from her and as the woman quickly withdrew her hands, hurt and ashamed, she knew with certainty that she truly hated the little thing wrapped up in blankets in her room. She hated herself as well. Surely she had done something horrible since life was turning against her in such a traumatizing way. She blinked, fresh tears falling from glittering rubies as she took in this great defeat. It felt like she had lost a war. The battles had seemed so promising to her, but it was all over because she had turned the wrong cards at the wrong times. He would have discovered the child anyway; it had just been a matter of time. She would not lie to this male; even if it meant that she wouldn’t be given time to cherish him.

The silence between them was gagging and choking her now. She could feel the trembling start, but she would continue to fight for control for only a few moments more. His last words struck her cruelly as they were spoken. Her chest heaved and she gulped down a portion of air, trying to disguise the sob. She had lost her pride and dignity, and she had lost this male before she even had him. The golden dragon burned the skin where it coiled around her wrist. ”It was not consensual,” she managed to whisper, though she couldn’t know if the words reached him or not, for all she could her was that crimson rush of blood. His form swam before her eyes and she knew she couldn’t bear this any longer. He did not want her here. Of course not, she was a disgusting creature. A hand flew to her maw to hide the blooming frown of deep misery that she could no longer hold back.

It was horrible to openly confront herself about what had happened. That she had again been taken against her will. That her body had been used for carnal desires. She was infected with this black filth and she feared she would never be able to get clean again no matter how long and hard she scrubbed her raw skin with sand. It would be a miracle if she lived through this. As the woman jumped up from the bed, she almost lost her balance as she spun around and aimed for the door. Her room had been a sacred sanctuary, but the little tumour was there now. She had lost her home, and it was all Itachi’s fault. Where could she go? She wanted to rip the child to sheds as a reward for the way he had fucked up her entire life. Yes, it was the innocent that had to take the blame.

Silas Agata · 09-27-2010, 07:25 PM

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Pale eyes could only find the floor now, for the young Russian had lost all courage to raise them anywhere else. Nothing mattered now, for he had lost. He had lost even before he had really had the chance to start. If only he had known sooner, he wouldn’t have wasted their time. Why had she accepted his gift? His mind pleaded to look at her wrist, but ice disobeyed and remained turned to the floor. Silas was sure when he saw the Hydra again, the tawny fur of her wrist would be absent of the golden dragon, for its intended meaning was something she obviously didn’t want. It was meant as a gift to signal something beyond just friendship, but that she had found with someone else. Everything was falling apart. "Yobany stos," he muttered to himself, feeling the threat of moisture building beneath the ice. The rest of the room seemed to fade to nothing more than a blur, and Silas didn’t have the strength to look anywhere else except for the floor. The air was too thick, and he was beginning to feel strangled. He wanted nothing more for the princess to be by his side, and yet now it was painful to have her there. She would never be his, and this was something he needed to understand.

The silence seemed to last for years, until Halo finally broke it with a statement uttered so softly. It took quite some time for his brain to register what it was she had said, and still, Silas wasn’t sure what it meant. He could hear the choking gag as she fought a sob, and then the mattress beneath him swayed as she leapt up from his bed. Still, ice were unable to find her as his mind turned the words over and over in his head. Why was it that his English was failing him now? For the life of him, Silas didn’t understand what that one pivotal word meant.

"Hooy tebe v zhopu zamesto ukropu!" It had finally come to him; something aligned and clicked in his brain, revealing the meaning behind Halo’s words. Perhaps, then, all hope was not lost. It took a moment for the Russian to act, so confused by the knowledge he had just uncovered. Finally he was able to move his pale gaze to the door, though Halo had managed to stumble beyond to head to the sanctity of her room. Everything depended on him not letting her reach it. Though it was messy, awkward, and painful, this conversation needed to be completed. Everything that was silently plaguing them needed to be out on the table. If he had understood her right, there were definitely skeletons in Halo’s closet. Silas wanted, no needed, to uncover them if he hoped to make this work how he envisioned it so lovely in his head.

Leaping from the bed, he made his way after her, brushing past his bedroom door and storming down the hallway. Though his vision was obscured by the tears that haunted his pale gaze, he did not let it stop him. Out-stretching a hand, Silas aimed to grasp her arm, halting her escape. There were some many things he needed to say, but the first that escaped part lips was: "Who hurt you?"

Halo Lykoi · 09-30-2010, 04:25 PM

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Misery would eventually turn into more anger and bitterness within her hollow bones, but she would welcome it with both arms. Perhaps this was how she was supposed to be. She did not believe in fate, but there seemed to be no way for her to find contentment in her life. Perhaps she could have accused Inferni and ‘Souls for her troubles, but she did not think like that. Halo’s loyalty to Inferni was final, so she would live here with her misery. Kaena had thought Itachi to be a gift, but his creation and birth had ruined her life forever. The hallway was dancing before her weeping eyes as she struggled to get away from the male with the ice blue eyes that never again would lift to look at her with warmth despite the cold colour. She had wanted him to save her, though she did not know how. Now all was lost and her insides burned so horribly.

Her retreat to the room would have been swift had it not been for the child inside it. Her bedroom did not belong to her anymore, and she couldn’t hide. Moist, ruby glare was set on the door, but she hesitated, considering storming out of the house and away wherever her feet brought her. Thankfully she would not have to decide on this, for footsteps drummed against the old wooden floor behind her, extinguishing the lead she had and then there was a hand grabbing her arm. It momentarily reminded the Lykoi woman of the scene with Mati when she still had believed they had a chance. They had, but as usual she had managed to ruin it. Lies would get her nowhere in the end though, and when she calmed down she would perhaps be able to understand. Her fur rose in distress and she feared there would be cruel words as she turned her face to let her soaked gaze travel to Silas’ face.

Yet her heart thumped with electricity now, foolishly hoping for second chances despite the fact that she was a disgusting, filthy thing that no one should want to be around. He asked the question she couldn’t answer, and her gaze fled from him again instantly. There were no memories from the incident that she could count on. In the later weeks, sporadic images had started to appear, but she could not determine if they were truthful memories or invented dreams. Her son’s eyes were unique though, and so she did believe the father’s eyes were of that hue, a purple that she had not seen amongst the canines around here. ”I don’t know,” she whined, unable to linger with this horrible knowledge in her mind. It was like holding her hand over open flame. Fresh, warm tears started to flow again as her crimson gaze reluctantly danced up to the Russian male’s face in pursuit of his expression. ”A wolf, I think--I can’t remember.” Itachi lacked the slim, graceful build of a coyote, so there was no question about his muddled blood.

Silas Agata · 10-02-2010, 06:47 PM

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There wasn’t any one particular thing that Silas could name that made Halo seem so desirable to him. There were plenty of small simple things, but he found it hard to explain the essence of his seemingly magnetic attraction even in his mind. It wasn’t as if they had been friends for years and feelings had evolved. In fact, the two hadn’t shared a phenomenal amount of time together. And yet, the girl’s mere presence caused the young Russian’s stomach to tighten and twirl, rendering him utterly mesmerized. And yet somehow it seemed as if lately he had been experiencing extreme cases of whiplash when he was around Halo. Emotions tipped on one end of the scale before violently shifting to the other, yanking the Russian’s thoughts and feelings from one place to the next. Somehow he had managed to experience almost every emotion around her. His heart had broken prematurely, but just as easily the princess had unknowingly mended it.

And so, as Silas reached to grab her arm, he was well aware he was about to shift the scales again. From what Halo had revealed, their conversation and emotions would stir and develop into something entirely new. This conversation wasn’t just about feelings for each other anymore. It was easy to see, especially when his grip caused the princess to turn and face him, that she had been incredibly hurt. Whomever it was that had done this to Halo had changed her life forever, leaving a scar that ran deep and would never completely heal.

The answer that came from the princess was not satisfactory, but it was all she had to offer. Though he felt incredible compassion for the young woman (wanting nothing more than to comfort her) Silas was also vaguely aware of the intense flame creeping along his spine. The perpetrator needed to pay for what they had done, and yet he would go unnamed. If Silas didn’t know who he was looking for, there was no way for him to extract the vengeance he sought.

For now, there was only really one thing left to do. If Silas couldn’t face the bastard who did this, then all he could do was turn to Halo. Silas knew her to be a strong, confident young woman – a warrior of the clan - but it was clear that this had all worn on her. His fingers still rested against the smooth fur of her forearm and pale eyes easily drifted there. He hated to see those beautiful rubies wet with sadness, and he promised himself he’d do his best to make sure there were less tears. Gently, Silas pulled Halo towards him, coaxing her into his embrace. She was a strong woman, but it was clear she needed someone to depend on now. No matter what, Silas promised he would try to be that person. "I von’t let him hurt you ever again. I von’t let anyone hurt you." And in the back of his mind Silas knew that he'd be forever searching for the one at fault.

Halo Lykoi · 10-05-2010, 12:37 PM

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Restrains were struggling to embrace her rampaging brain, to assist her head in regaining the control—if not of the situation, then at least over herself. Calm seemed forever lost in her holocaustic form, but she no longer felt closer to the hysteria that had loomed over her when her decision to reveal a small portion of the truth of her miserable life to the Russian male. The weight of the bracelet had tugged and burned as her hopes were extinguished one by one by his reaction to her words, but it was strange how fire sometimes could seem to except itself from the rules of its own survival, oxygen, material and temperature. She had feared this would choke the sparse amount of hope left within her, but oh, she ached for an alternative ending rather than the one they seemed to have moved towards these last horrible moments before she had attempted to escape and been captured.

Wet ruby investigated the handsome face of the man that she could never even start to understand. There were many faceless canines in her life, but his frosty orbs and contrasting hues were burnt into her heart despite her initial distaste for attachment for others. Her family had failed her repeatedly in numerous ways, so what could one expect from a stranger without those fundamental bonds? Reason seemed to have little to do with her feelings, and those things she would normally have considered flaws of a weakling made the male so much more attractive. She wanted to be someone worthy of his affection, and it had been horrible to see that affection flicker and die back in his room when Itachi’s existence had been revealed. Had it merely been a misunderstanding and nothing more? Would he not draw away now when he knew what she was? Her imperfection left her without a confidence around him. It was strange how one single individual’s opinions could own such weight.

Insecurity continued to flow as the strongest feeling within her, but it peaked and changed as the male, very gently, pulled her into his embrace. Pupils retracted in the shortest of moments in quiet alarm before she realized that it was all right. It was strange—so different from the last time his arms had wrapped themselves around her slender frame. She was not at peace—doubted that she ever would be, but he brought her safety, which was what she had lacked ever since the day Samael destroyed the world. Silas’ words reassured her that this was not the end of whatever existed between them after all. She could feel the exhausted heart pick up a quite different speed, and the fuel had a glorious aftertaste. Her body did not wish to follow the impulses that flowed through her brain, but she leaned in and against his muscular frame and gradually allowed his form to support her against the laws of gravity.

She wanted him to be real, and had soon both hands resting against his broad chest, fingers instinctively curling to touch fur and flesh. Skin seemed warm against her clammy hands. The young Lykoi prayed that his words were as sincere as they seemed. She could feel the steady pulse of his kind hear and found it surprisingly soothing. ”I’m sorry,” she whispered. For everything. Nothing of this was fair to the Russian male, but he remained with her and told her that he would not allow anyone to harm her again. It meant more than he knew. So much more. The question springing forth from her tongue could be considered very silly, but she needed to know regardless of his current actions that told her that he continued to care. ”Do you hate me?” She felt very much like the child for it, but such amounts of insecurity and doubts did that to her.

Silas Agata · 10-22-2010, 02:27 PM

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She was in his arms and he hoped that would bring some sense of comfort to her. Though for a few moments she seemed almost hesitant held in his gentle embrace, Halo seemed to easily relax and slip against his frame. With her palms against his chest, Silas instinctually hugged her closer to him. He wanted it to be clear that his words were true, and that he’d vow to protect her from anything and everything that he could. She was a strong warrior, he was well aware, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be there to help her when she needed it. And now he knew that she did. Even if she didn’t want to admit it to herself, Silas knew that she’d need someone to comfort her and offer a shoulder to cry on. He could be that for her, because it was what she needed. Whatever this blind attraction was that sent him seeking Halo’s affections, it kept Silas only wanting to keep the princess of Inferni happy.

At her muttered apology, Silas hugged her closer (if it were even possible). Though both arms had tangled around her waist to pull her close, a hand went to her coppery hair, stroking gently. "Don’t be," he responded simply, voice hushed in the relative stillness of the hallway. She had not intended for things to be this way, so she owed him no apology. In fact, it was Silas who felt the need to mutter those words to her instead. He was sorry he hadn’t been there to protect when she had needed it most. So, so sorry that someone had been able to hurt her like this.

The question that trailed after took him by surprise. He had to gently pull her back so that pale eyes could stare down into those burning rubies. It seemed so out of place. Why would she think that? He felt a pang of guilt for even allowing that thought to enter her head. "Of courze not, Halo. I could never," and he hugged her close again as if that would prove his words were true.

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