The More We Flare

Spyridon Russo · 08-12-2010, 03:18 PM

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His amethyst irises rested on the floor, staring blankly at the carpet dressed in elegant swirls and golden roses. He heard his cousin speak and the leader walk in. Her gait was interrupted slightly by what sounded like a limp. Ears perked, the Russian folded his hands behind his back out of courtesy and lifted his sleek black head. Through the light reddish brown swoop of his bang, the male could see the Centurion. She didn’t look at him right away, breathing in the scent and taking in the sight of the mansion. But alas her single golden eye rested on his form. Although he was standing, the Russian still felt small as if the power was rolling off her figure. Though he wasn’t sure that she could even pick up a sword in battle if she needed; but of course Spyridon kept the thoughts to himself, remaining expressionless as he stared onward. His cousin explained roughly why he was there and the red hued male couldn’t help smile at the comment about being in a family. The thought seemed to strangle his heart with warmth.

Primrose poked her pale muzzle out of the messenger bag and took in the newcomers scent. Spyridon hesitated, his hands resting just before the flap of the bag before he decided. Reaching in, palms brushed against fur and he lifted the girl out; placing her on his shoulder delicately. She seemed relatively pleased to be out, swishing her nose to and fro and milky brown eye’s peeing lovingly at the wolves around her.

Kaena Lykoi · 08-13-2010, 05:21 AM

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The coyote was surprised to hear that one of this canine's cousins had arrived; she had thought they were from someplace rather far away. It had seemed that way with the original Syemv, though Kaena knew very little of what had eventually transpired with the original crew of the ship. Still, it was not quite so odd; her own family was pretty well-cemented together, and the coyote woman thought it was fitting that other families would be such a way. She could not have known Silas and Spyridon were meeting for the very first time, of course.

As Silas spoke, the sable-shaded canine remained quiet, apparently preferring to be spoken to before lifting his own voice. The silvery coyote could, of course, appreciate such a quality—perhaps it was a sign of respect in this foreigner's homeland, and it was simply his way of paying respects to the leader. “Spyridon, hmm? I'm Kaena Lykoi. I'm the sub-leader here, my son leads us,” she explained, assuming Silas had only explained the basics of the clan, waiting for the arrival of one of the leaders to do explain themselves. “What can you do for Inferni, then?” she asked, peering over at the sable hybrid. Silas had been forced through worse for this trial, but he had started out at a disadvantage, too.

Spyridon Russo · 08-13-2010, 01:30 PM

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The hybrid had heard her, but he couldn’t help the hesitation that followed after the Centurion’s question. He had picked up many things in his travels, not all he was good at but some talent had been found.

“Russian speak I can, jewelry I make, friends of mine are animals, rise for me do the plants and easy is fishing to me.”

He had little pride in his voice because he was sure others could do these things. Would it be enough to gain entrance to the pack? Spyridon would know soon enough as his amethyst eyes flickered around Kaena’s face looking for any form of expression at his words.

It felt odd, standing before so many unfamiliar people who seemed to be laced by a single bond. The shadowy male had never been part of a pack, though he had ventured on to plenty of territories without knowing. Only to be chased off, once receiving the three pale scars on his shoulder. Then, he had not known what to think about packs. Whether they were intent on keeping intruders out, which didn’t seem to be the immediate case with Inferni, or a place to shelter wanderers and loners like himself.

Kaena Lykoi · 08-14-2010, 02:10 AM

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The shadow-furred hybrid spoke at last, his voice thick with an accent not too dissimilar from the one that Silas spoke with. The scarred woman listened to his voice carefully, picking the meaning rather easily from his broken grammar. Though Spyridon's speech was far from perfect, he was quite easy to understand, which the silver-shaded coyote was quite glad for. “Well, we do have a greenhouse with plants that need tending—nobody fishes, either, as far as I know,” the coyote added, thinking on this for a moment. Fish was typically the sort of meal one ate alone; however, of course, if one was skilled enough to catch for the whole pack, then it would be quite useful indeed.

“Welcome to Inferni,” she said, rolling her scarred shoulder in a shrug, half of a smile on her face. There was little ceremony through such things, and the old woman already felt awkward, intruding on some family reunion of some kind—she figured Silas would want to at least catch up with his cousin, and here she was faking formalities. “Silas can show you around, hm?” she said, speaking more to the chocolate-tinted Russian rather than Spyridon.

She figured such a task could be entrusted to the Praeses; he had been a member of Inferni for long enough to know what it was like, and considering the man's background, he might be the best place for Spyridon to take hold in the pack. If there was anyone she had not expected to integrate quite so well with the clan structure, it had been Silas. She had thought him far too nice for the coyote clan, but clearly, she had been proven wrong—it had been many months now Silas had been within Inferni, and Hybrid hadn't killed him and neither had he left of his own accord, so he must be doing something right.

Spyridon Russo · 08-14-2010, 03:11 PM

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He had smelt the sea water on his way onto Inferni territory, and with the time he had this weekend a boat would be in the water soon enough. The green house, Kaena spoke of, seemed to be a sort of garden that was in desperate need of tending to. Spyridon had always had a love of nature and caring for it so the thought of growing his own plants excited the hybrid. To add on to his contentment the Centurion welcomed him meekly into the pack with a smile and a shrug. The Russian bowed gratefully and turned his gaze to Silas, as if challenging his cousin to disobey with the female.

The storm had mellowed dramatically and the low thunder’s rumble now echoed behind the mountains were the sun was already setting. A streak as red as blood stained the sky and bled into the pink clouds that drifted lazily across the blue showing through the grey. But the rain had soaked his pelt and the short time he was in the mansion was not enough to dry the black fur. Spyridon had brought no clothes with him. He rarely wore anything for he had traveled through hot climates most of his life, but having second thoughts now he was willing to ask where he could wash up and find clothes. Then decided he would wait when Silas and he were alone.

Kaena Lykoi · 08-14-2010, 03:59 PM

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Silas Agata · 08-19-2010, 11:33 AM

PPing Kaena leave. Sorry for being slow. :3
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He had sat in silence while Kaena spoke to Spyridon and not until she addressed him did Silas speak up. "Of course," he spoke softly, pale eyes drifting from the Centurion and then to his cousin. He offered the other Russian a small smile, before looking back to Kaena. "I’ll get him settled," and with that the Centurion made her departure. When Kaena was gone, Silas looked back to Spyridon and nodded. "Vasn’t too bad, eh?" Considering what Silas had had to do to be able to join, Spy had had it easy. Not that it mattered, really. Silas was just thankful he had some more family around. "I can show you to a dry room eef you’d like. Zhere are rooms on zhe second floor, where I stay, and zhere are some rooms down here eef you’d prefer."

Silas rose from his chair then, finding that his fur had started to dry somewhat. The blue bandana wrapped around his forehead, however, was still damp from all of the precipitation. "How about ve start upstairs? I vill show you vhere I stay, ya?" He wandered over to the door, pale blue eyes on Spyridon as Silas waited for him to follow. It was simple enough to find Silas’ bedroom door, for he was the first door at the top of the stairs on the east wing.

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Spyridon Russo · 09-04-2010, 02:17 PM

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I am so sorry this took so long. It is already rather hard (with school starting) to keep up with Spyridon’s threads :| Beat me with a stick

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Spyridon watched the female leave, letting out a breath of relief he had been waiting for. That’s when realization dawned on him. He was part of the pack now. The wild traveler was now tame; the thought left a bit of discomfort which the man shook off. Looking over at Silas again, he was pleased to see a slight glow of admiration in his eyes as he looked at his cousin. He commented how the trial could have been worse, so Spyridon nodded; clearly pleased he had received an easy treatment. Now was the matter of getting settled in.

The sable hybrid picked up his messenger bag, still splashed with a splatter of dark mud. He frowned. This was all he had with him and already it looked as if he wasn’t capable of taking care of his things.

“Better higher is,”

The man said, his amethyst eyes brighter than someone would think possible. He could have admitted he was quite excited to be in Inferni, but the hybrid had too much pride. Spyridon had always been an overly pride creature, the fact often getting him into mischief. It was almost impossible to admit he was injured, cold, sick or pleased with something so small and insignificant.

When his cousin began to drift towards the stairs, the Russian was slow to follow.

“следить!”

The coyote said sharply when he got closer to his cousin. Primrose had already found something interesting under one the other luxurious couches and took a couple seconds to respond to her companions call. But once the curious animal realized they were moving on to somewhere else there might be more scents, her graceful red body shot across the chairs and beside Spyridon’s ankle. He flicked his tail across her nose to silence her chatters of excitement before turning back towards his cousin.

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