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Silas Agata · 10-17-2009, 09:29 PM

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Open to anyone. Halifax.

Not far from the motel where he and his family had decided to take up residence, Silas had discovered a liquor store with the help from a dark colored wolf from Cours de Miracles. The Russian boy had been excited upon seeing the flag from the motherland and had secretly decided he would go back on his own to take it down and keep it for himself. So it was there that he found himself now, looking over the shelves of bottles that he and Heath had spent time peering at – grinning when his icy gaze fell over the Russian Standard he had cracked open upon his last visit.

His eyes fell then on another flag – almost identical to the one in the window, except larger. A grin caught his features as Silas made his way towards it, reaching up to remove it from behind the counter that was once used to exchange currency. He pulled at the tacks that held it in place, stripping it down from the wall in jovial spirits.

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Flayra Zazkex · 10-18-2009, 03:50 AM

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OOC: Sorry that I didn't post up a thread. I was gonna, I swear. Hope you don't me snatching this one instead?? Smile

Flayra had been in Halifax for a little exploring. She always wanted to more about human life and how they lived it. She walked down the quiet empty streets, passing lamp posts that seem useless now. Leaves littered the road as she continued one down the road to nowhere in particular. She had also been wondering what humans used to do, like during the day and how to move around. She noticed weird metal carts as she went on. Were they what they used? The humans were interesting creatures, but now dead.

She continued on, pausing outside a shop as she picked up the scent of another wolf in the area. From the smell, she could pick up that this wolf was in the store she was standing outside of. She began to wonder if it was just a hermit that went around from place to place. She wasn't gonna know by just standing there. She pushed the door open and walked into the store, which had the scent of something else, something artificial. It wasn't wolf, that's for sure. "Hello?" she said cautiously.

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Silas Agata · 10-19-2009, 05:52 PM

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That's perfectly fine. :]

The flag came down much easier than Silas would have expected. With a grin, he tied it around his neck so that it veiled the blue bandana already there and proudly stepped away from the counter with his new, improvised cape swaying. It had been a long time since he had seen a Russian flag, but it was something he had come to associate with home. He thought perhaps his sister would even like it – maybe it’d diminish her feeling of homesickness.

He heard a shuffled at the front of the store as the door opened & closed and a stranger stepped inside. Silas was instantly flooded with an unfamiliar scent and the fur along his nape began to rise. A voice sounded, and Silas took a few steps to move around a shelf and peer down the small aisle to where the front door was. "Hello," came his response, laid thick in a Russian accent.

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Flayra Zazkex · 11-06-2009, 06:11 AM

Flayra kind of expected a reply when she entered the store. She looked from left to right, finding that there were some rows of shelves of strange bottled liquid. Was it from the liquid that the artificial smell was coming from? Flayra moved to the left, looking down an aisle, only to find heaps of bottled liquids. There was no wolf in the aisle, but she could tell that there was one inside the store. While she walked down the aisle to look down at the other end, she had some peeks at the bottles to see what they said. Each bottle had different names, though they were made of the same basic element. This alcohol seemed to be the element that was used in all the bottles. Maybe that is what she could also smell along with the wolf.

She was curiously looking at the bottles, loosing thought that there was another wolf inside the store with her. She regained her cautiousness as she reached the end of the aisle, feeling that the wolf was around the corner. She just peeked around, seeing a darkish figure, wearing what looks like to be a flag around his neck. Russian it looked like. Nice way to use a flag as a cape. Flayra moved around the corner of the shelf, making herself visible to the mysterious wolf. "Nice cape."

Silas Agata · 11-08-2009, 11:33 AM

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The footsteps moved away from the door, turning down an aisle and slowly making their way towards the back of the store where Silas waited. He stood silently, merely listening as the wolf meandered down the aisle, obviously stopping to look at some of the bottles that lined the shelves. Her scent grew much thicker in his nose as Flayra turned a corner and came into view. Her stark white color stood in high contrast to Silas’ dark coat, and he studied her for a moment before speaking. Before he had a chance to say anything, however, the girl spoke. "Uhh I do not know this word," he replied, confused by ‘cape’, as it had not been taught to him.

He moved towards the counter, pulling himself onto it and sitting, letting his legs sway gently over the side. "Mine name Silas. You?" He asked, gesturing towards himself, before motioning towards her. Her light coloring reminded Silas of his brother Anatoliy, and he found it odd that both times he had wandered into this store, thoughts of his brother had arose. "You live here?"

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Flayra Zazkex · 11-10-2009, 07:07 AM

Flayra examined the wolf that was wearing the Russian flag as a cape. It was odd that the wolf didn't know the word cape meant, since he wore the flag like a cape. However, not everyone knows what something means, even though they just did what they didn't know about. Flay continued to examine the wolf, the pelt color reminded her of someone, someone of the past. "Something that you wear on your own back. Like you have with the flag" Flayra explained it clearly so the male could understand it.

Flay watched him as he moved to the counter, sitting himself upon it. The white female did the same, moved over to sit herself on the counter as he said his name and asked for hers. Silas? Seemed like a nice name for a wolf. Very interesting. "Flayra. Your name sounds very unique." Flayra looked at him as he asked she lived in the area. She never really lived in the city, but she didn't mind visiting it. "No, I live in a pack."

Silas Agata · 11-14-2009, 11:53 PM

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Silas smiled when the girl decided she’d come over and swing herself onto the counter as well. The Russian boy always felt more comfortable when the people around him were at ease and felt as if they could be themselves. He listened to her speech and tried to follow along. Silas’ father had begun to teach him and his sister English, but Lily’s refusal to use it most of the time seemed to have set Silas back a bit as well. Hopefully with more interaction with the natives here, Silas would begin to smooth out his English and maybe even learn to leave behind a bit of his thick Russian accent.

Flayra was a name he had never heard before, but he thought it was rather interesting himself. "Da, mine mother liked Silas. It is not Russian name, but she want me to have it. Mine siblings all have Russian names." He absentmindedly swung his legs a bit as they hung over the counter, while both hands seemed content grasping the edges of the countertop. "In pack, do you have any Russo? I am looking for mine brothers." Silas could only hope that she knew what he meant by that. Silas’ older siblings were around here somewhere (or so Rurik hoped) and the boy thought he’d give asking a shot. It couldn't hurt.

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Flayra Zazkex · 11-25-2009, 05:42 PM

Flayra politely listened to the male as he explained about his name. Silas was an interesting name, like hers. From hearing the name, she could tell that it had great meaning with it. Flayra always about Russia. The culture, the language. She had always wanted to know about the Russian culture. Maybe Silas can help her with that. "Well, you must have some mum."

Flayra then heard of a name that she hasn't heard of before. Silas was actually looking for this wolf, however she hasn't met the wolf with that name. "Sorry, I haven't heard of that name before." She leaned back a little on the counter as the two chatted.

Silas Agata · 11-27-2009, 04:05 PM

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"Yes, she very special." In fact, Silas missed his mother and brother. They had both decided to stay behind in Russia when Rurik and his two children had first decided to leave. Silas was ready for an adventure and just couldn’t help himself. Though when thinking back on his homeland, he did miss it some. Things were different here, but he was having fun. It would have been much nicer, however, had Anatoliy and Verusha come along.

"Aww, no Russo? Стыд." He shook his head, hoping to bring home some good news for his father. Ah well, there was always tomorrow. Besides, there wasn’t even the promise that they would find the Russo brothers here. In the time Rurik had spent away, it was possible that Silas’ half siblings had wandered somewhere beyond this. "‘Ave you tried zhis?" Silas asked suddenly, swinging off the counter top and moving towards one of the many shelves. He removed one of the bottles, cradling it gently in his palm, before turning to show it to Flayra. "Et very good," he told her with a mischievous grin.

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Flayra Zazkex · 11-30-2009, 08:37 AM

Flayra knew that Silas had a good mother. Pity that she wasn't here with the two right now. She would be honored to meet her. Maye one day, when Flayra comes back, she would probably have the honor of meeting Silas' mother, that's if she is here as well. He mentioned siblings, which was obvious for a wolf. Nearly all wolf families have siblings, well not all of them. If hs eidn't meet any of Silas's sibs, she would be wise to inform him somehow.

Flayra watched as the Russian took a bottle and showed it to her, asking if she had any before, aslo saying that it was good stuff. "I never had it before." She then thought of something that the boy might be thinking of. "Why?" she asked curiously.

Silas Agata · 12-19-2009, 02:27 PM

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Sorry on the wait!

"Eet from Russia," he told her, smiling all the while. It was a favorite of he and his brother back home, where most all of the liquor stores at one time had housed some. Here in Nova Scotia, it was practically a miracle that Silas had happened to find this Russian liquor store. He was still thankful for running into Heath only a few weeks prior. "Mine brother and me favorite. Ve should ‘ave some," he told her, nodding all the while. He moved back towards the counter, his fingers going to the cap of the bottle and prying it open. "Eet a bit rough at first, but very good." And with that, Silas took a long swig from the bottle before offering it towards Flayra with a Cheshire grin.

Flayra Zazkex · 12-20-2009, 01:43 AM

Then Flayra's curiosity kicked in as Silas offered it more. She never had it before, so maybe a sip or two, just to at least see how it tastes. Besides, she didn't want to offend the Russian's offer, despite the so called 'roughness' that was the first part of the taste.

"Well... if you insist." The white wolfess took the the bottle that Silas was offering to her. Removing the bottle, she pressed the small hole to her lips, lifting the bottle up a couple of times. Pulling the bottle away, she made small strange looks on her face, showing that the first taste was new and strange to her. Eventually, the after taste kicked in and the faces stopped. The taste was ok. "Hey, it's not that bad."

Silas Agata · 12-20-2009, 02:35 AM

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Silas watched as Flayra accepted the bottle, barely noticing as the burn in his throat throbbed for a moment before fading away to nothingness. The grin upon his features broadened as he watched her face contort at her first sip. He had to admit that he had done the same (even now) as the alcohol was rather strong. Anatoliy and Silas had often times drank the vodka mixed with other things, but Silas didn’t know where they would be able to find that. Straight from the bottle is what the young Russian had resorted to as of late.

"Eef you get past burn, eet not bad," he agreed with her, taking the bottle back from her and raising it to his own muzzle. The burn of the vodka rushed down his throat as he took a few more large gulps. "Eet makes you feel vonderful!" And it was very true. If Silas didn’t overdo his drinking, the alcohol would settle in his system so nicely and he’d go throughout the rest of his day with a brilliant buzz that kept him smiling. If he overdid it, well… "More?" He asked her, offering it toward her in case she wanted another go at the bottle.

Flayra Zazkex · 01-16-2010, 07:41 PM

Her throat buirned from the alcohol that was washed down. However, it did not last long. Her eyes looked to the Russian who found the distortions of her face amusing, but she was not offendedn To be honest, she found the faces to be funny as well, since this was her first time she ever had a drink like this. "I trust your wiord on that."

After the first taste, Flayra wouldn't mind having more. Silas offered her more. "Yes please," she accepted as she took the bottle and began to drink some more. She wasn't really affected by the effects, at least not yet. However, she had more, afterwards, she felt a little strange. "Wow, I feel a little strange. What do you call it, tipsy?"

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