09-29-2009, 07:07 AM
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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;"> Hooray, a Rurik! Pirata Grotto because it's oh-so-appropriate. X3  Rurik was eager to explore these new lands, and he had left his children back in the city with strict instructions not to wander too far and stay together. They were almost a year old, and they were quite capable of taking care of each other, so he did not feel bad about leaving them in each other's care. Smiling as he padded forward, the monochrome wolf peered around, marveling at how different and similar these territories were. He could smell the faint scent of his kin everywhere, but thus far he had seen no sight of anyone! He wondered if this was the right place, or maybe everyone had perished in the fire. Frowning, the sable-haired man decided to stick to the coast, figuring on exploring the perimeter of these lands before delving too deeply into the territory's center; it would be easier that way. The Russian moved in the same meandering fashion he always had, a lack of purpose in his step and an utter tendency to wander in his head. Rurik had not settled in one place for too long his entire life, it seemed. He'd spent his youth in Russia, growing up in Arkangel'sk with the Sobirat'sya greater clan and the Russo family even closer than that. There was the journey to England that had brought him to Bleeding Souls shores the first time with Kiska and the others, those seven pirates that had scattered to the wind long ago. He frowned. He did not often think of Syemv, but now that he was here, a breath away from the burned Syemv territories... it was hard not to. Up ahead, he could see a submerged cave, and the wanderlust and inability to resist adventure took hold of Rurik. Getting in required getting wet, though Rurik carried nothing that would mind getting wet. He was not drunk so often anymore, but there was still a flask in his back pocket, and he pried it from its resting spot to make sure its cap was quite secure. No use in trading his whiskey for salt water. That necessity safe, the Russian unceremoniously dove into the water, slipping easily into the cool waves. He surfaced an instant later in an underwater cave of some sort, paddling for a moment before vaulting up onto to ledge, peering around in wonder at the strange new world he'd just discovered. |