Figuring it all out

Rurik Russo · 04-27-2010, 03:47 AM

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Rurik was always down for new and different things—above all, he was an adventurer, and he always sought new thrills in life. The silver-furred werewolf had spent much of his days wandering the earth, true, but in his time he'd also done a fair amount of exotic things. Handiwork was one of those things that he knew pretty well—it wasn't outlandish or anything like that, after all. Even so, it was rare for Rurik to be bored with even the most menial of tasks; he could always hum himself a tune and entertain himself with thoughts of days past.

“No problem!” the Russian male said, always eager to lend a hand. The tawny-furred male listened to the other wolf speak, his dark-furred ears twitching at the sound of Niro's voice. It wasn't so hard, and Rurik of course had used a hammer at least a few times in his life before. He wasn't great with his hands, but what he lacked in dexterity he made up for with strength. It didn't take him long to hammer the first few nails in, lining his shot up carefully, his one eyebrow cocked to increase his concentration. The tip of his pinkish tongue hung out of his firmly set lips, and he lined up the hammer for the next one. “Zhis is good verk, my friend, no wonder you tired,” the Russian said, shaking his head. “Gotta make verk good, ozherwise the trap will not verk right,” the man said, making idle conversation as he worked. Rurik was rarely content to stay silent for very long.

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