10-09-2009, 04:34 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_sinking.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:232px; padding-left:12px; padding-right:12px; padding-bottom:10px;"> I posted it! And now, the waiting game. XD The silvery canine was rather glad to be on dry land and here again, and his elder children were weighing rather heavily on his mind, just as they had been for the past few weeks. Even now, Rurik had caught himself smelling the air for Zaets and Zorish, since they had been seen in far more recent memory than Vladimir. He scolded himself, focusing on the more important issues at hand. Silas asked him a question, and the Russian considered for a moment. "If we should find a good place, we ought to take advantage. I want to ground the boat within the week, though," he said, hoping to perhaps salvage it for a potential trip home, maybe even to collect Anatoliy and Verusha, should she have changed her mind. Lily was thinking of Anatoliy, or Ant as she'd called him before she could pronounce his name, and sorely missing him. This was the longest period of time they'd been separated, and the hybrid girl was rather weirded out by the absence of her brother and her mother, though she certainly appreciated Silas and Rurik. She seemed to more frail than the others, and it would have seemed that Lizaveta would have overshadowed her in everything had she not succumbed to illness. Now, Lily was Rurik's only daughter, and he had protected her a little too much, fearing her loss more than he feared for the boys, since she was so much smaller and more delicate. "Real food would be nice," the youth lamented in her airy voice, the thick Russian rolling easily from her tongue. The eldest Russo cast a halfway stern glance at his daughter, giving an almost imperceptible shake of his head, though it was at her persistence in the mother tongue rather than her desire for "real" food. They'd had jerky and some fish, though Rurik himself disliked the taste of fish and he loathed to stoop to eating it. He himself wanted a deer steak or something similar, and at once he was pained for his brother Thorn and his wonderful cooking. Rurik had gotten loads better at preparing food, but he was nothing compared to his pallid elder brother. "Don't think we'll find any of that in the city," he said, starting off toward the nearest building. "But maybe somewhere to start putting our stuff, here?" he questioned, rattling at the ancient door handle. The door opened and a dusty, ancient smell floated out, and he stepped inside, beckoning for the younger canines to follow. |