Semyon Anisimovitch Volkov (volk_roma) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-09-06 21:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | aiden lockheart, semyon volkov |
Who: Volk and Aidan Lockheart
Where: by Volk's truck
When: Tuesday evening
What: Aidan appeared at the carnival and emotions are going crazy
Status: COMPLETE
Rating: PG
Volk had been settling into the Dark Carnival slowly but surely. Even after the abrupt departure of his insect friend, he was adjusting and getting comfortable. He had yet to find a trailer, or speak to Arkady to request one to rent or lease, but he didn't find it hard to sleep in a tent or in the woods depending on where they were. Most nights now, he would escape to his wolf form and run alone in the woods until he was tired enough to curl up and sleep. With the loss of his moth friend, the first person at the carnival who had offered him friendship, Volk had been thinking a lot about Russia, his family, home, and then Aidan, his second pack.
Everyone was in the big top now, watching the show, so Volk had started to pack up his booth on the midway. He'd had a busy day of sales and demonstrations, making pommels and stiletto blades, as well as pieces in preparation for the halloween show in Roswell. As he neared his truck with his cart of supplies, he paused to sniff the air. He'd been smelling something, or rather someone, familiar for days now. It was a smell of cold freshwater lakes and tamaracks, with the musk of wolf. But he had convinced himself it was nothing.