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Post by Namir Black on Nov 20, 2007 18:51:50 GMT -5
"That won't curb my worry, Silas. I know you're keeping things from me." Namir stabbed her knife into the chair, displaying her not so concealed fury. "Earn your money however you please, it is no business of mine." Her voice began to rise.
It made Namir angry for people to lie to her, she could so plainly see the real answer not only on their face but in their mind. "Don't think I'm stupid. You know plainly of what I can do." Namir got up and stormed out, leaving the apartment, and out onto the street.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 20, 2007 19:13:33 GMT -5
Silas watched her storm out, and didn't move to stop her. he allowed himself a wry smile, thinking about it. He hadn't intended to upset her, not on purpose anyway. Keeping secrets was something he did; it was a hard habit to break.
He threw on his hat and went after her, calmly, letting her anger run intself out a bit before he had to face her. When he found her in the street, she was, as predicted, still fuming. He saw her eyes narrow when she noticed him following her, but he didn't waver. He stood next to her, simply, looking at her, if not sternly then not overly apologetic either.
"Lets go for a walk." He offered, but before he got her answer, or the slap he thought she was holding out for him, he made his way down the street. Dark and silent. Perfect.
"I don't mean to lie, Namir." he said, still with his back to her. For all he knew he was leaving her behind. Of course he didn't have a destination in mind to leave her for. "My sister was the favored child of my family. She got my fathers inheritance. I got sent to life on the streets. When you're family doesn't want you and you have no friends other then your books and curocity, lying comes too easily." He laughed, and the echo of his voice carried down the street. "Its a funny feeling you know. I fear i'm losing my mind to the wolf inside; and thats the scariest demise I think I can face. I love my individuality; and I love my concious mind. The wolf is...bloodthirsty. Wild, almost everything I strive NOT to be. It doesn't help that I'm reuniting myself with my horror of a family by killing for them." His laughter returned, two over if it was possible. "You know, my sister isn't even paying me for tonight. She just wants a rival buisnessman out of the way. And then you showed up." He did turn around that time, smiling at her. "You were just as beautiful tonight as you were when you turned me."
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 20, 2007 21:35:53 GMT -5
Namir headed down the street, angry at Silas. "That insolent b*stard!" she thought, "I've done nothing except try to help. That's my problem.. I care too much, when no one in this world gives a sh*t." Her walk quickened as the dark streets were silent, only with the sound of her talking to fill the void of noise.
Silas was behind her, she sensed it, and sat down on a bench that she approached. Getting away from him had cooled her down a little, but now the only thing that she could really think of and want was to get on a plane and go straight back to Buenos Aires with Jarrod. Never had he lied to her, and never had she penetrated his mind, she knew she didn't have to. Now she pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them sitting on the bench, and Silas summoned her like his dog, she glared angrily. "A please would be nice..." Slowly she rose and followed a few feet behind, her arms folded over her chest and her head slightly ducked down in a glare. "You need not try to lure me with your flattery Silas. I'm not seeking self confirmation from you." she said in an even voice.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 22, 2007 22:48:58 GMT -5
"Maybe not, but I would hope it helps forgive my rudness." He smiled guiltily. He hadn't treated her well enough for the time they had spent apart. She was here merely because she was trying to help him. It was still a concept he wasn't familiar with; not ever having been on the reciving end of any caring before made him hesitate.
But that wasn't fair to her, and he had known that. Like it or not, he wasn't human anymore, and he had to stop thinking Namir was someone he could treat like he did with anyone else. Besides, he thought to himself, My usual banter never seems to have its same flavor with her.
"I'm sorry for earlier, if you can believe me." He said at length to her, pausing in the street and not daring to anger her any more by continuing on. "It wasn't fair to you. I'm just a little surprised to hear you came all this way just to see me. You have your own life and things to deal with besides me, I'm sure, and I'd feel guilty for causing you trouble. But you're right; there are better things I could be doing with my time...what would you like to know? Or rather tell me about? I don;t know of any other werewolves other then yourself, and I'm interested in what you care to share with me, truly."
He hesitated, for once not having a witty or casual continuation. Namir, like no other person he had ever met before, made him extremely nervous for some reason. Maybe there was the idea that she was, quite literally, more dangeorus and powerful then he was, but that was only part of it.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 25, 2007 12:51:48 GMT -5
What Namir had to say probably wouldn't be taken lightly by Silas. She knew that he too had his own life, but something told her it'd be of better quality under her care.
"Silas, just because I have my own responsibilities back in Buenos Aires doesn't mean that I don't have a responsibility to you too. I know you're an adult and you don't need to be taken care of, but I still feel the need to look out for you. You don't know what powers you possess and you need to be with other wolves who can help you, away from so many humans." Namir reached out with one of her hands and reassuringly stroked his shoulder. All of her anger had dissipated now, she took his apology to heart, thinking it best not to be angry anymore.
A lump was stuck in her throat, and her arm tightened on Silas' as she knew what she needed to say next. A little bit of dread reared in her mind, she knew that subconsciously this is what she'd come for. "Silas... I think you should come back with me. At least for a little while, you need to be with others like us. You're still a youngling, we just need to harness you a little bit before you go off on your own, and teach you a little self control so even more people don't die. I think it'll be good for you, and the rest of the pack should be able to get to meet you."
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 26, 2007 22:07:29 GMT -5
Silas considered her words carefully, busying himself with time to think by checking his hat and chains. What Namir said made a lot of sense, and resonated in him as the utter truth. As a werewolf, he knew nothing, and as he went on by himself he was begining to realize that he couldn't control the wolf in him as well as he realized. And spending time with his creator or sorts would be a much more welcome past time then reading and romping his life away without any company. He hated to admit it for fear of her already having someone else, but he liked Namir more then he probably should. If he got into a fight with another werewolf over her...he didn't want to think about causing her that kind of trouble.
He smiled, a little half smirk that almost always let poeple know he was with them.
"Of course I'll go with you, if thats what you want. Although i insist I pay for my own air fare." he bowed to her, sweeping his coat out wide along with several lengths of chain. "It wouldn't be right for me to do anything else."
He gave her a long look, sure he had missed something. he had already angered her once, and it wasn;t something he ever wanted to do again.
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Post by Namir Black on Dec 1, 2007 15:00:58 GMT -5
Silas' eyes bore into hers. Namir raised her eyebrow in scrutiny, she hadn't asked him what all he'd received from her in terms of lycanthropy. Had Silas' gotten the power to read her mind? It wouldn't surprise her, but she couldn't find it in his memories as she scanned. Namir dropped her arms to her side, taking off her defensive stance. "I'm sorry I got so angry, Silas. I usually can keep an even temper, even for a werewolf."
Namir walked up beside him, "I think you've made a good decision. And sure, you can pay if that's what you want. Lets go get your stuff, you're going to need to take most of whatever you have with you. I have a feeling we'll be there for a while." She started off in the direction of his apartment. "Besides," she added, "what can you possibly be giving up? How're you going to keep this up forever? People are going to recognize that you never get any older and that you seem to continually exist... Remember? You need to lay low for a while and relocate before you attract too much attention."
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Dec 1, 2007 21:02:18 GMT -5
Silas thought about it, trying hard not to laugh. Now that he did think about, he had absolutly nothing to leave behind anyway.
"Lets see, I'm an assassin with virtually no ties outside my contracters anyway with my only living realitive being my royal-pain-in-the-ass sister...so i don't really have much to give up in the first place." He did laugh at that. "Please don't make it sound like I'm giving up my humanity, I did that a long time ago. Why else would I have let you bite me? It wasn't just because you were cute."
He stopped talking, seeing her features harden at his continued joking.
"Anyway; packing. Right." He moved back up the stairs, keeping his eyes low under his hat as he past her. It was hard not to smile. He'd never acted so subservant before. It was hilarious that he was doing so now. It didn't take long to pack his things; he hadn't planned on staying for very long in Cairo anyway now that his job was done. A single suitcase was all he had brought; most of it filled with his usual assortment of entertainment. In other words, nothing but books and a very large selection of riddles. He did the packing himself; letting Namir help would have seemed rude to him, anyway.
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