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Curiosity had once again gotten the best of him, and so despite the early hour, the young male found himself by the coyote clan’s borders. Ignorant eyes observed the skulls and their various stages of decay. Most were picked clean and bleached by the varying weather, but the few gruesome sights were not all that horrible in the boy’s eyes. As a predator by nature, such seeings were far more common than one would initially think. The male’s throat remained silent as he bared milky white teeth at the sorry sights. According to his mother these wolves had committed sins against the clan. He ached for details of such crimes, but there was none willing to offer him a colourful description of the coyote’s history here.

The young Lykoi was not oblivious of what he resembled, but he was not brought up with racism like his mother. In fact he knew nothing of this outside world beyond Inferni, and he desired to change that. He was aware of his own ignorance and so despised those who wished to keep him in the dark. He was a child for certain, and therefore possessed the uncanny stubbornness of a brat. One step lead to another and soon he had left the clan’s borders far behind. His slim muzzle remained close to the organic floor as he inhaled a fresh variety of scents, both new and old. He felt quite brave, and as a silent proof of this his dirty blonde tail waved proudly for display for all that were to spot his growing form as he continued to wander further away from the safety of the clan.




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His heart had not mended, but the princess had been successful in keeping the boy from being one hundred percent occupied by his abandonment. It had been weeks now, and yet the hurt from discovery was still rather fresh. Small things still added salt to the wounds, and the young Russian was sure it would be awhile for the wound to scar over. He still had Anatoliy, so he should have felt happy. His brother, despite living there with his father and sister, had decided to remain behind in Cour des Miracles. Silas should have clung to this simple fact and appreciated his brother more. And yet, there was still a small part of him that was angry with Anatoliy. He knew it was unjustified, but Silas couldn’t help the feeling.

The claimed lands of the coyote clan still loomed in the distance, though Silas had begun to draw nearer. The Russian had venture to the shore line (the water of the bay, and not the harbor in Halifax) just to give him a chance to think some things over. The sight of the water was always calming to him, though he knew he couldn’t return to the place his family had docked over a year ago. The Bay of Fundy had provided the calm Silas needed in the early morning hours, and now it was time for the Vigiles to return to the clan and attempt to do something beneficial. With his attitude having been so melancholy and glum lately, it would have been smart to focus on his responsibilities within the ranks. He had been amongst the clan for some time now, and yet still hadn’t managed to climb much higher than the rank he currently held. That, he was sure, was just fine by Hybrid.

Pale gaze was shifted downward as the boy reached into one of the pockets of his torn denim jeans. When his hand retreated, fingers uncurled with palm facing upward to reveal a small golden pendant. It was something he had found in Halifax not long after his birthday disaster, and he had kept it with him ever since. A tiny golden anchor lay cradled, the chain lying in a small disheveled heap. Just like the second golden ring he had run through his ear, this pendant was a small reminder of his roots. He would not go back to Russia as his father and sister had, but he would not forget it either.

Deliberately, the Russian grabbed the golden chain and raised it to his neck, slipping it over his head. A pat of one hand affirmed its new position lying against his chest, before pale eyes rose to sweep the area in front of him. It wasn’t until then that Silas spotted the creamy, gold child heading in his direction. As Silas was returning, it seemed as if the boy was leaving Inferni. Interest was immediately piqued. "Vhere you off to?" He had not seen the boy before, but a strange feeling working its way through Silas’ chest told him that this was the fabled child of the princess.

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The boy was no older than the months he had lived, and thus discovered the other canine horribly late. Young thoughts had been elsewhere, and now concern of his own safety burned within his little, puffed up chest as he watched the other watch him. Tail seemed to flee between his two hind legs, but the boy felt no safer. The wolfish hybrid’s pace had died completely by now, and he seemed frozen in his spot, staring at the two legged stranger with alarm quickly filling the dark crimson and lilac orbs.

Oh, and he spoke! An ear quickly rose from its tense position against his light skull, but it was hard to understand. He debated whether or not this was another language spoken by outsiders. Having never really been outside Inferni’s comforting borders on his own, he knew not how to distinguish ally from foe. He had never seen this adult before, and that was enough to cause his heart to flutter wildly with adrenaline. He had understood the words—though barely, but did not offer any vocal response.

Instead, the boy’s frame turned from the other male’s, and with watchful eyes glued to the optime form of the stranger, Itachi slowly started to pad up a half circle around him. Perhaps it was possible to walk past without anything happening. Tiny milk teeth flashed quietly in warning brought out of the boy by this thing called instinct. Stranger danger.




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Pale eyes remained on the strange crimson and lilac, trying to detect hints of his mother. He wouldn’t allow himself to see it, though he was sure his suspicions were correct. If that was the case, Silas would need to keep an eye on the boy. He had vowed to protect both Halo and her son, even if they had not wanted his protection. And it seemed as if the boy certainly did not.

Milky teeth gleamed as the pup made his way around Silas, arching his path as to keep a sizable distance. The Russian merely watched him for a moment, wondering what it was that he was doing. And where was he going? The youth had not bothered to answer. "Does your mozher know you’re out here alone?" Silas had not seen Halo with the child before, but hadn’t she said something about him living with his grandmother? Pale eyes left the child for the briefest of moments to sweep the area, but came up with nothing. Just beyond the borders of Inferni, it was just he and the child. The child was young and, seeing as how many had their biases against the clan, it was not smart for him to be out here alone. Silas would not let him off as easily as the child most certainly hoped.

Frozen in place, icy gaze followed the movement of the child. Silas did not take another step, though the child would not get far without providing some answers first.


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His small form lost intention as the sentence rolled out into young, blonde ears. Mother? Since when did Itachi’s mother know anything about his whereabouts? Still, the young boy stopped and turned his frame to the adult. Scarlet embraced by purple watched the stranger warily, but it seemed that the other male meant that he knew who Itachi was. Nostrils flared as he attempted to draw in scents that mattered. All he knew was ash and salt from Inferni, and while this man before him smelled much like it, he couldn’t determine that he belonged to the clan.

”Do you know my mother?” the blonde boy asked, wondering about the strange accent of the adult. With such a strange way of talking, the child decided that the adult most likely was not a part of the coyote clan.


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Pale eyes watched the young boy as he continued his arched path around Silas. After Silas spoke, however, the boy decided to turn and face him. Silas was curiously studying the strange crimson purple gaze, but the blonde boy wanted to know whether or not he knew of his mother. The Russian couldn’t help but let his familiar Cheshire grin find his features. "Of course I know your mozher," he responded. Not only did he know his mother, but he loved his mother. Yet he figured this was hardly the conversation to admit that. "She leeves just down zhe hall from me in zhe mansion." In his mind’s eyes he could picture the door that lead to her room. He could not count all the times he had looked down the hallway longingly, hoping the princess’ door would creak open and Halo would emerge.

"My name ees Silas," he told the boy, thinking that perhaps if he made things slightly more personal the youth would not want to wander away as quickly as he did before. Though he would try to protect Itachi no matter what, it would of course be helpful if the boy wanted his protection. "Vhat ees yours?"


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What did that smile on the adult’s face mean? The young boy could not remember having said anything funny. A scowl wanted to emerge on his youthful face, but he resisted the urge and focused on trying to understand the man’s odd way of speaking instead. It was weird—he understood it, but the way this adult spoke his words made it almost an entirely other language in the inexperienced boy’s mind. A language he could understand, however. Itachi seemed surprised to know this, that someone that knew his mother was still a stranger to her child. Well, Halo was more or less a stranger in some ways anyway.

Mansion, he knew where that was. The boy was too young to be able to recognize the man’s smell from his first months of life when he had lived with his mother in the large building. ”Okay,” the boy slowly replied, uncertain if he was supposed to do anything with this information. That face still belonged to a stranger, even after it was revealed that his name was Silas. At least it was slowly dawning on the young one that this adult didn’t seem to wish him any harm. ”Itachii,” he chimed, having no issues with sharing his own name once he had obtained the adult’s. ”I don’t live with my mother.” So there.


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He still didn’t know what Itachi’s intentions were, but he figured he was moving in the right direction. At least, for now, he had captivated the boy enough with his words to prevent him from leaving. Where was he going anyways? "Eet ees your grandmozher, right?" He had remembered Halo mentioning something about her son living with his grandmother, and remembered thinking that that had explained the boy’s apparent absence from the mansion. He had never caught sight of him until now, and it was surprising for him to see the similarities Itachi shared with his mother, and yet also those traits that undoubtedly sprouted from the monster that had hurt Halo.

"She let you go off on your own like zhis?" He let his pale gaze study their surroundings, affirming the fact that they were alone. "Inferni has many enemies, and eet ees not alvays safe for us to be beyond zhe borders by ourselves."


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The young boy was not comfortable with this. To have this stranger know him without knowing the stranger back. There was reason for Itachi to be suspicious, but he supposed it could be a positive thing to know that his biological mother had not completely disowned him. It was a strange relationship they had, but he knew that his mother sometimes liked to visit him, though they never really said much while they were together. It was a flawed connection they shared, and he did not know whether or not he would have been better off without it. His young mind did not particularly enjoy going into detail in such things, so he remained oblivious, not holding any special interest in his mother, nor their relationship. Now scarlet eyes saw only this one, and he was discontent with the fact that the big adult harboured so much information about his life. It was not right and it was unfair.

A tiny nod was eventually offered the adult as he revealed that he knew that Itachi lived with his grandmother. Tail moved around his hind legs, seemingly at doubt where to settle. Itachi would not go as far as to lie to this large man though, for one did not lie to adults, ever, really. He detected his own reluctance around the stranger with the odd speech, and attempted to amend his attitude slightly since he seemed to be an acquaintance of his mother and caretaker and what not. A small step was taken forward as he continued to outright stare at the alien appearance of the other. Had he ever seen blue eyes before in his short life? He believed not, and now when he realized this he couldn’t do anything but to stare with a child’s greedy, non-judging eyes of wonder. The young Lykoi knew that he had eyes similar to his mother and he had seen them in the reflection of a mirror, which had been very odd. Now he wished he had blue, because they looked much more interesting and exotic than dull reds and yellows as he had seen other individuals possess. ”I like your eyes.”

With the next question, the little male shook his head; no, Kaena did not let him go off on his own like that. She did allow the boy to swarm around the area as he pleased, because Itachi was no small kid anymore, but he doubted he was allowed this far away from the clan’s claimed lands. He held his breath in his little chest as the word “enemies” was mentioned. He had never seen an enemy, and it was hard to fear a mere word. The ruby eyed male was not alone though, for now this strange adult was here with him. ”I’m not by myself now.” Intent on arguing, but the child’s tone was not as venomous and unfriendly as it had been. He could perhaps give this adult a chance if his intentions only were to help. The Lykoi hybrid’s pride already had the best of him, and he did not honestly think there was anything specifically dangerous out here. It looked just like his home, only without the smell of clan.


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The child did not wander away for now, and Silas was content with his ability to captivate the young Inferni pup for now. He wasn’t sure just exactly how to lure him back to Inferni, but Silas was for sure not going to leave him here all on his own. After all, he wanted to protect Halo from any hurt. That, of course, included Itachi. Even though the child was a product of something less than love, Silas was sure that if anything happened to him it would still somehow hurt Halo. The boy did not live with her, so her relationship with him must have been anything but usual, but they were still mother and child. In the end, he was sure that would count for something.

He watched as the boy’s tail flicked and settled by his hind feet, and pale blue caught themselves studying the strange crimson framed by purple. They were eyes entirely unique, Silas thought, and they intrigued him just as much as the puppy himself seemed to be by Silas’ own. The words that came from the boy’s mouth caught him off guard. "Zhanks," he managed to muster in response, though brows twisting slightly from the surprise. After an instant, however, they smoothed over and the boy’s features were highlighted by his characteristic Cheshire smile.

Silas, having not really been around many pups, wasn’t sure how to gauge Itachi. He was aware that children were different from one another and that it could take careful usage of phrasing to convince them, especially if they were smart. For now, he wasn’t quite sure what to think of Itachi. The Vigiles had the impression that he was a smart boy, but he still could not decide whether or not he saw Silas as an elder, a potential figure of authority. Of course, Silas wasn’t really one hungry for power, so he did not care whether or not Itachi saw him this way. He only hoped that he might look to him for instruction. And in this case, he hoped the boy might heed his words.

But as Silas suspected, the boy was smart and his response reminded Silas of himself when he had been younger. If one were to encounter the Silas of the present, it would have been hard for them to realize he had once been a mischievous and, sometimes, manipulative child; it was the only way to draw attention to himself in the complex of Russos. "Zhis ees true, yah," Silas responded, folding his arms across his chest causally, and offering a nod, the onyx locks bouncing slightly over the blue of his bandana. Icy blue quickly assessed the area around them, to find they were still alone, before a smile bloomed. "Vell zhen, Itachi. Vhere vere you headed to? Ve can continue off zhat vay." If he was determined to explore the world outside of Inferni’s borders, then the least Silas could do was to play makeshift mentor - a big brother of sorts.



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A rare, almost mischievous smile settled on the smooth, horizontal line of the young child’s face. He did recognize the traits of surprise in the adult’s face, and was content to see that he too had the ability to insert an impression onto another being, though this was a minor, unimportant way of proving such a thing to himself. It was good to hold the knowledge that sometimes, others did listen to his words, afterwards offering a genuine reaction to those words. Was it wrong to compliment the darling colour of his eyes? The man said thanks in his strange, hard accent, and the child’s blooming smile was interrupted as lips pursed to silently echo the way the word had rolled from the adult male’s mouth. There was no audible echo of the word though, for Itachi knew it to be considered rude to mimic another, and was reluctant to do so as long as this man knew both his mother and caretaker. The young prince did not want to risk tales of lacking discipline find their way into his family’s ears, for he was rumoured to be a good boy that never caused trouble for his peers.

Itachi liked to consider himself quite bright, though he had no other children to compare himself to. It left it open for his arrogant imagination to soar. He knew that puppies normally liked to be silly games, for several adults had engaged him and to an extent insulted him by attempting to coach him into things he had no interest of participating in. He had a certain understanding of that they were just trying to be friendly and get to know him better that way, but he would not stand for it. The young Lykoi prince was probably spoiled overall, and his stubbornness was never pleasant to witness once it took hold of his body. It did not distort his mood often though, and he remained quiet, perhaps a bit more sceptical in general for those around him, but he was never outright rude and out of line unless he actually did feel threatened by another. Like that strange aunt that had wanted to lift him up onto her back—he had not liked that one bit, and had flashed his milky white puppy teeth at her when she had tried to do something against her will.

Not to say that Sepirah had left a bad impression on the boy, for the woman had immediately realized her mistake and had acted in a way he rarely saw from adults. He had respect for that golden eyed woman, because she had openly displayed respect for him. It mattered. Ears lifted and brought him back to the current scene, as the male agreed with him. Two were not one; Itachi was with company now. A finely curved line appeared on the boy’s face; a reserved smile, as the man folded his arms across his pale chest. The young one wondered when he would discover the way to change into something else. The adults around him spent the majority of their time in their two legged forms, and he would lie if he was to claim that he was not jealous of those forms. They seemed capable of so much more than his simple form. His paws were so clumsy in comparison to the nimble fingers they possessed, and he envied them their impressive height. He wondered how tall he would turn as he grew.

A smile bloomed in the adult’s face, and the younger one’s face took on a more serious shade as he listened to the next words spilling out into the relaxed atmosphere. Where was he headed to? Ears pulled back towards his skull, and eye contact was destroyed as the young Lykoi moved his chaotic orbs to observe the landscape around them. He was very fine with the idea of continuing, but he knew nothing of these lands. All he knew was that it was not Inferni, and that was not informative knowledge to carry. What was out there? Perhaps he would eventually meet the sea as he did if he wandered long enough in a direction within Inferni’s familiar hills. Deep sunset eyes returned to the adult after a few moments of obvious though, but the little male had become no wiser, unfortunately. He disliked the feeling of not knowing—he wanted to be able to provide the other with a more concrete answer, but what was there to do about it? He should just lean against honesty. After all, how could he know where he was headed if he had never been properly instructed on what lay beyond the safe borders of the infamous coyote clan?

”Well,” he started, his gaze seemingly shy as it struggled to find stability as he looked to his superior. He had yet to ask whether or not this male was in fact a part of Inferni, but he decided to trust in the scent carried by the optime’s form. He knew his mother and others, so he had to be okay. If not, then this was anyway a risk that the young Lykoi was content taking. ”I don’t know, I just know that this is not Inferni lands.” Words were simple and stupid in his mouth, but his vocabulary and ability to express himself better was restricted by his youth. An idea bloomed within the child’s brain, and he felt quite clever to have thought of this. Adults knew so much more than he, so this Silas would probably be able to enlighten him where they were headed. Muzzle turned in the initial direction he had originally headed before he had stumbled into the male’s presence. ”Where was I going, do you know?” Burgundy eyes returned to the cold coloured form of the adult, holding a silent plea for an exotic answer that could reveal to him that this was a clever direction to continue in. For now he had met nothing exciting except for the slight change of smell as he had exited Inferni clan lands.

Blonde tail thumped against the hard ground at the thought of exciting adventures. Itachi did not imagine dungeons with dragons and hidden treasures. There were no damsels in distress and no knights in shining armour. There were, however, sights that had not yet been seen by these young eyes, and he was eager to get a better grip of what surrounded the lands the clan had laid claim to. In lack of proper hobbies, what Itachi liked best was to explore the lands. It was interesting to him, and left him content whenever the day was closing and he was back in the cave with his caring grandmother. The prince could always wish he had been shaped better, though all he knew and understood was his flawed self, and ignorance was very often bliss, and only that. Certainly, it was for the child now, for he had not yet discovered that he was capable of things that were looked upon with hideous frowns and stern punishment.



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