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username;; cyathea.
kit's name;; silas malachi calhoun.
kit's gender;; male.
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similar to the nature of the environment silas likes to surround himself in, the personality of such a young pup is particularly harsh. the youngster's heart is lined with prickles; his soul being the seed of which many a sharp plant would grow. rarely would you find a boy quite so closed-off as silas: a boy whose emotions were buried quite so deep in the soil. however, like any other functioning verdure, there are vicinities where the sunlight hits. this particular flora is perhaps just a little more selective of the light that may pierce through. that's if he decides to let any through at all.
like you may expect, silas has the typical, snarky attitude of an adolescent pup. he is very intolerant to those he deems as inept (a breed of kalon that appear to be plentiful, given his astoundingly high intelligence). young silas simply has no time for the nonsense of normality - he'd much rather be focusing his spirituality on something worthwhile. for example, as a way to release the fall of ideas flowing from his mind, he will often avert his attention to the design of buildings and architecture. he sees it as a way not only to be imaginative but to do so in a more physical sense - painting is all well and good, and he enjoys it in his spare time, but silas likes his particular artwork to have mathmatical and problem-solving elements, too. most things in life revolve around this philosophy - if something is not challenging to both the artistic and logical side of his core, why would he waste time attempting it?
despite his bitterness and unforgivingly rude temperament, silas does have some redeeming qualities. for some people, the charm is in the challenge - his mind being a maze of which they must traverse. others simply lust after the glory of unlocking the pup's love - it being such a rare prize, many find it hard to resist. the rarity pays off, too; seeing as he shows passion to so few, the people he does decide to love are loved with the fiercest and most raw emotion. anybody who manages to earn silas' amor will be protected by an unrelenting wrath. anybody who manages to cross this wrath may likely end up dead... it's a dangerous, yet rewarding, adventure.
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arthur;; views arthur as a bit weak, and teases him a lot. much more interested by omniel, who he finds very entertaining. knows that arthur can take care of himself due to omniel, so generally isn't too annoyed by people treating him badly. says he doesn't appreciate arthur's care and affection, but secretly doesn't mind a hug here and there. will occasionally try to mess with/manipulate arthur, but omniel can get in the way.
adonis;; values his wit and way of speaking, and admires his level of intellect. likes to have intelligent and mature conversations with adonis, as he believes it helps his spirituality. due to the level of respect he has for adonis, silas generally tries not to be so rude towards him. however, sometimes his snarky nature gets the better of him, and he ends up saying things he doesn't quite mean. overall, silas is probably the closest with adonis than anybody else, and feels extreme rage when anybody tries to cross him, harm him, or exploit his loyalty.
riven;; silas has very mixed opinions on riven. on the one hand, he very much admires his father's drive and determination. he shares a similar trait of fierce protectiveness, and likes that riven will often back him up when defending someone they both love. however, silas despises his lack of flair. although silas also is a huge fan of rude and snotty insults, he only appreciates well-thought-out and intelligent ones. riven's lack of eloquence drives silas insane. because of this, they will often get into large and insignificant rows, firing insults as if they were in ww3. in the end, however, silas is fairly greatful for their arguments - it's only caused him to up his game with the fresh new comebacks. even if, secretly, he doesn't mean most of it.
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outside, alone, a young boy sits in the crook of an oak tree. though the wind dances around him he is left untouched - sheltered by his warm, large seat. it's not surprising that mother nature would be so kind to him; silas had always loved the natural world around him. maybe, perhaps, it loved him too. or so he liked to think.
thinking. it was something silas did often - to just sit, calmly, peacefully, with nothing but his own thoughts... such a privilege should be honoured. and so, as the smell of parchment and earth filled his senses, the daydreaming youth shut his delicate eyes. comfortably nestled, he began to drift away into a world so familiar yet so heart-wrenchingly distant.
the first thing to notice was the unbelievably animated aura of the place. everything was alive; no gently discarded leaves dusted the floor, no dismembered woodland life lay sprawled and half-eaten. death was simply intangible in such a world of fantasy. awestruck, silas would amble along the woodland path, then veer away from the marked way through: deeper into the forest. but the starstruck pup was in no rush - in fact, he made sure that his walk was indeed as steady as the beat of his sleeping heart; as slow as the trickle of a stream into river. every moment was undoubtedly savoured. each pawprint in the ground would be remembered and cherished.
of course, silas was not alone in his imaginary world. the companionship was not of his own species, though, as he had experienced quite enough of them. instead, his dreams were filled with birdsong and chirping and the innocent hum of animal life (a hum he had become quite accustomed to in his days of living). as he danced by an unafraid bluebird would perch beautifully on his skull, singing a fanciful tune as silas and the wildlife became one. moments after, the dazed pup would come across a butterfly, a badger, a snake. each animal would be treat with the same response - a respectful nod, a half hearted smile, maybe even a word or so. the harmony of it all was ever enticing; the oblivious lack of structure bliss beyond words.
and so, like any other starstruck child would, silas began to follow the animals. at first it was a bumblebee buzzing gently from flower to flower, and then a butterfly and a sparrow. eventually he'd return back to the bluebird that he'd seen before, senses alive as he attempted to track it down. when he did, he never startled it, but instead merrily hopped in it's sporadically stunning trail. the bird flew through the forest as if enticing silas now, checking back as if to make sure he was indeed intent on following. after precious minutes of traversing, the ground beneath them finally changed, and the blue driver stopped. a gasp escaped from the child's lips now; his eyes glittering with wonder. before him was one of the most stunning waterfalls he had ever seen. if he hadn't known better, he would have dived in.
but, like all good things, silas' journey was to come to an end. in his dream, a shrill cry pierced the air like fireworks on november fifth. it came from a bird, although much unlike his blue little friend. this one was large and black and not a friend - an unwelcome signal to an unwelcome end.
as silas' eyes flung open the real world became visible once more. the smells and sounds were all the same, but the colour didn't seem quite so vivid. clutching the object gripped tightly in his hands, he shot daggers at the source of the nightmare shrill. "dianthus," he growled, flustered and adequately annoyed.
"lunch is ready." dianthus replied simply, an oblivious energy bouncing off him in all directions. his kind eyes glowed, and silas sighed with a reluctant nod.
"fine." he stated, withholding any remnants of a witty comeback. "just let me finish this?"
with that, the pup opened the novel in his hands, and resumed where he had left off.
