Lost Man Finds Home

The blond man looks upon the seemingly old mansion before him, furrowing his brow. A light carryon bag is slung over his shoulder, lying within are the possessions hes managed to keep over the years. He doesn't have much, just a few changes of clothes and some of his late lover's belongings that he couldn't seem to part with. His small, brightly colored bird is perched is on his shoulder. He lifts his hand and gently grabs the bird, and slips her into his coat pocket. He whispers a few calming words to the bird and starts to stride towards the door.

He looks at the dry leaves as they break under his weight, then upon the large door before him. He starts to wonder if this was the right place, the man said it was near the coast, or at least he was pretty sure. To be quite honest, he was tired of moving from place to place. And with that, the blond man raps on the door a few times, expecting some sort of answer.

Zakhar stretched his arms above his head as he passed through the vestibule to return to the Terra wing.

His usual slacks adorned his frame but his usual button down had been torn ...somehow... so was tied around his waist for now. That left his muscular chest on show; the black tattoo stretched across his pectoral and the black collar and braided leather necklace hanging around his neck open to everyones view.

He and Belial had spent the night together and he wanted to go back to his room to spend some time reading to himself for a while.

His stormy silver eye flickered up and his dark brows furrowed when a knock came at the large doors of the entrance. Who was knocking? People just walked in and out as they felt like it.

The Lycan padded towards the door curiously. He wanted to know who it was that felt the need to knock on the door rather than just waltz in like they owned the place.

He pulled the door open with a soft grunt and cocked his head to the side. Someone he hadn't seen before.

"Privet," he greeted.

Cappy looks the taller man up and down, a little confused. He figured this was a hotel sort of place, could it be that he was the owner? He steps back and forth slightly on his feet in attempt to make himself look bigger and take up more space, without noticing that hes doing it himself. He slides his hand in his pocket to stroke his small bird.

"Uh.. Privet." He says, voice sounding slightly raspy and worn, but deep. "Am I in the right place? Someone told me to come here.. You speak English, right?"

He blinked at the question.

Of course he spoke-

He had greeted him in Russian again, hadn't he? Zakhar really needed to stop speaking in Russian. He did it without thinking a lot of the time. Recently he and Belial had been having a lot of conversations in Russian rather then English.

"Yes, I speak English." His accent was thick but not quite as thick as it once was.

"Yes, you're in the right place." The silver eyes and the scent of Lycan clung heavily to him. "You're here for the safe house, da?"

Cappy pulls his bag farther up on his shoulder, and brings both his arms out of his pockets to cross them over his chest. He runs his hand through his hair, feeling like he has to move somehow, most likely the uncomfortable feeling he gets from being around another male Lycan for the first time.. Or maybe the fact that hes intimidated by the taller, broader, seemingly older, and shirtless man.

"Yeah. Do I have to sign in or something or can I just go and take a room?" His eyes look tired as he speaks to the man, obviously lacking a good nights sleep in some time.

He gave a soft chuckle.

Sign in? That involved effort and paperwork. Neither of which the Elder in charge of the mansion was known for liking.

"Just claim a bed and hope no one else in that room wants it."

Thats what he had done with him and Lino and all had turned out fine.

He tilted his head and took a step back. "Come on in. Its fairly early, its still a little cold." Never had he thought he would say that about this temperature. It was hot here. A lot hotter than where he was born.

He had just spent so much time here now that he was used to the Italian heat.

Cappy furrows his brow, thinking that this place must not be very organized if you just walk in and clame a bed. But then again, he'd never taken refuge with his own since he's turned. He takes the mans request and steps inside, happy to get out of the cold, though it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. He spent most his time outside anyways.

"How many people live here, if you don't mind me asking?" He looks the taller man in the eye, trying to figure out just what kind of person he was. He thinks the man seems nice enough from what hes heard.

"No idea," was his honest reply.

He had no idea how many people there were in the mansion. A few. Actually more than a few. A fair amount.

Fifty, maybe? Perhaps more.

The Lycan really, really didn't know.

"Perhaps if you're dedicated you can meet them all. It'll probably take a long time, though."

Cappy nods his head at the mans response. He starts to wonder how the person who told him to come here even knew he was a Lycan in the first place.. Though, he does have silver eyes. He stops wondering about it, pleased just with the fact he has a place to stay now.

"Is there any specific spot I should stay? I mean.. You said go find a room and hope someone else doesn't want it, but I don't even know where the rooms are. Is this an actual housing place..?" He asks, hoping hes not pushing any buttons.

"You've got a choice of left or right."

He pointed to the large arch leading off into the hallways on the younger Lycan's left. "Follow that hallway straight down and then turn left at the very end for half of the housing."

Then he pointed to the opposite side of the room. "Follow that one right down then turn right for the other half of the housing."

Zakhar stepped back and gave an easy little shrug. "Its your choice, really."

He follows the taller mans hand as he points to each side of the building, leaning a little to look down each hallway. He nods his head, then turns back to the man. He figures he should ask them if pets are allowed here, though whatever his answer is, his bird is coming with him, and he'll be damned if someone says he can't stay.

"Are pets allowed here.. Like birds or dogs or something?" Cappy asks, his hand in his pocket stroking the small birds head, and he can feel her breathing softly. The birds been carried around so much in his pocket that shes gotten used to it.

He looks back between the hallways, and decides he'll go to the side marked Aria when the time comes.

Zakhar nodded his head and waved his hand dismissively.

"Yeah. Any pet you have will be welcome here. Stables out back if you have a horse. Otherwise you can just keep it in your room with you."

He had spent a fair amount of time lounging in the stables bonding with the horses. He didn't have one of his own but he was comfortable around the large animals and they were comfortable around him.

He spent time napping in one of the spare stalls or stroking the horses. Feeding them, brushing them. Though he had never attempted to ride one while he had been here.

It had been a long time since he had last ridden a horse.

He nods his head shortly, being thankful pets are allowed. He takes his hands out of his pockets and adjusts the straps of his bag. His small bird takes the chance to poke her head out of his pocket and let out a little chirp, signifying that it wanted to be fed.

Cappy looks down at the small bird and whispers kind words to it, telling it that he'll feed her soon. Then looks back up to Zakhar.

"Thank you. I'm going to find a room now.." He starts walking to the Aria wing, then stops and turns around. "My names Cappy, by the way, it was nice to meet you and thank you for the help."