09-24-2009, 11:51 PM
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http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_top.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:200px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:10px;"> No worries!  We should just do a basic appearance & personality and come up with a reason as to why they left. x3 And you, feel free to do things with Liliya in your posts as well, make her talk or whatnot if you'd like.  Rurik was an older man now, but he moved with the same vigor he always had. One would hardly call it grace; it was more simple steadiness in his hands and his body. He had calmed down some in recent memory, keeping with Verusha to raise their children, but he was ready to break loose again. They were practically adults anyway, and they tended to take care of each other—Liliya was rather fond of her brothers and it had upset her deeply when Anatoliy had chosen to stay home. Still, Silas had kept her good company on the journey, and both children had proved worth their weight on the ship. Naturally, it took a bit of extra motivation from their father sometimes, but it was a forgivable offense; they were still quite young. The silver wolf watched as his children sped off ahead of him several paces. He smiled; they were eager to stretch their legs again, it seemed. Rurik was quite glad this venture into fatherhood had turned out better than the last, though sadly this one was as unplanned as the first, and if Rurik had any choice in the matter, he would still be without children at all. Still, they were his responsibility and despite not wanting any of them at first, he loved all of his children, and the elder half of them were his primary motivation for returning to his area. Was it possible that Zorish, Zaets, and Vladimir still lurked here? His heart held no more hope of seeing Kiska again; she had neither returned to Arkangel'sk nor Syemv, when he'd still lived there. When it was still around. Those thoughts still clouded his head, though he'd liked living in Aremys just fine. Rurik's large hands worked the ropes, and he tied the boat securely to the posts sticking out of the water. Even if the dock fell apart, it was unlikely the posts would rot away as well, and they'd still be able to get on the boat. There was a lot of stuff there, but Rurik was comfortable leaving it for the moment. There didn't seem to be anyone around here, though there were faint, dying smells of wolf all around. No one had been by these parts in some time, and Rurik thought it unlikely that anyone would investigate their boat anyway, with the stink of three Russian wolves permeating the air. Anyone who stumbled on their little vessel would know that it was claimed, and hopefully the threat of the owner's return would keep potential thieves at bay. Turning around, he found that both of his children had passed out of sight, perhaps already exploring the human wasteland. A few cautious steps brought the silver wolf off of the deck and brought the pair back into view, and he trotted forward to catch up, his gait carrying him toward the pair quickly. He grinned and looked from one and then the other, marveling for a moment how different they looked. Liliya certainly had the wolf's features, though there was certainly coyote blended into her slightly tapered muzzle and her enlarged ears. Silas was almost all coyote, just a hint of the wolf side showing on his visage. His muzzle was smaller and shorter than either of the other two Russos, and his ears a sight larger. They were an odd family, indeed, but family nonetheless. "Don't think I can keep up with you two anymore," he said with a grin, shaking his head. |