Ariving via whalebus. [leader needed]

Rurik Russo · 06-02-2010, 11:39 PM

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It was a relatively sleepy afternoon, and Rurik had his fishing pole and his pack slung over his shoulder. His pace was relatively slow as he made his way toward the coast and the shore, as he was in no particular hurry. As much as the silver-shaded werewolf disliked the idea of actually eating fish, there was nothing better than a lazy afternoon in the sun, dangling a pole in the water. Liliya would eat the fish, that was for sure, and if not, Rurik could always swing by and bring some gifts to someone. Orin and Niro had really seemed to enjoy Liliy's cooking; maybe he could get Liliy to fry the fish up if he happened to catch some. Sadly, Rurik hadn't seen any more of Zasha since that day—it had been interesting to him to meet another Russian, and he would have liked to learn a little more about her particular home range in the motherland.

As he approached the beach, a strange noise caught his ears—this was a howl, one beckoning for attention. Yet he was much too far from the borders for the loudness and proximity of this call. Confused, the blue-eyed werewolf peered around, his muzzle wrinkled and his eyebrows lifted. There was nothing but sand and water that he could see—until his gaze snapped backwards to do a double-take over one particular part of the coastline, where there seemed to be a wolf floating on the water. Blinking his eyes, he set down his pole and bag, and headed out toward the water, utterly confused at this scenario. “Allo stranger! Vhat are you doing all zhe vay out zhere?” he called, his ashen-shaded hands on his hips. Whatever the wolf was standing on seemed to be moving, and after a moment the silvery crest of breath alerted Rurik to what exactly it was—a whale?! He had seen such things before, of course—a crusty seafarer such as Rurik had not traveled the oceans wide and failed to pay attention to the sea itself—but he had never seen a wolf riding one before!

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