12-01-2009, 07:32 AM
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http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_tropic.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:230px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:25px;"> Sighing softly, the silver-furred werewolf gazed at the night sky, his bright blue eyes watching the stars. It was far more of a brilliant and multi-colored sky than the humans had experienced, dotted with an unbelievable myriad of stars. He easily located the North Star, grinning. It would always be there to guide them all, he knew, and no matter where he was that would help him get to where he needed to go. So long as he could see that star, he wasn't ever lost; he always knew which way was north, and he could always navigate based on that. It was relaxing, to say the least, to hang out and get baked with Lolita, and he leaned back with her, turning to grin broadly at her. He was comfortable with her in a very short amount of time, and he waved his silvery paw at the wide-open night sky, indicating the whole wide thing with a sweeping motion of his arm. "You and me in the whole big wide world," the wolf said with a grin, ever fantasizing and always romantic. "Where would you go first?" the werwolf questioned, curious to hear her thoughts. The world was a vast place, and Rurik had seen only a few of its many corners. He could explore forever, given the chance, sailing to the whole wide world until he had eaten all of it up, viewed everything, trod every piece of dirt—then he could die a happy canine. |