and now, we burgle.

Rurik Russo · 03-26-2010, 04:40 AM

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Witches' Cauldron @ Shattered Coast. :] ((313))

Tonight had brought onto Rurik the insatiable urge to wander, and though he was only freshly acquainted with the Cour des Miracles packland, he was already on the edge of it, wandering about. He had forgotten that border duty was actually a part of being in a pack, but even so, he would not have been comfortable with greeting a newcomer at the packland's edge. He was but a lowly peon of the Miracles pack, too fresh to be of any use accepting anyone on its outskirts—the silver-furred werewolf might have been more comfortable in Aremys or Syemv doing such things, but both of those areas were different beasts entirely. He actually had a hand in forming the latter of the pair, so he was far more familiar with the customs and traditions associated with it. This was an entirely new pack, and he still had a hell of a lot to learn.

Here he felt rather fresh off the boat, and he wished to learn the ways of his new clan before he went and got in someone's way. Liliya and Anatoliy would also rely on his direction—neither of them had ever lived in a pack before, and while most of the associated behaviors were instinctual, there were also quite a few learned behaviors, as well. The Russian werewolf trotted along the edge of the coast, picking his way carefully along the rocky shore. The waxing gibbous moon overhead cast a fair amount of light over the land, allowing the Seigneur to see quite clearly. Something about drinking the night away on a desolate beach appealed to him, and the lonely stretch of dark-sanded beach up ahead seemed just perfect for that. The bottle of rum clutched beneath the crook of his arm sloshed merrily as he walked, promising for a fun night and an even more fun stumble home.

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