10-16-2009, 08:49 PM
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The shock on Rurik’s face brought rolling laughter from his chest. It was an almost unnatural thing to hear from the Aquila, but his past with the Russian was a happy one. Never once had Rurik judged or expected anything from him. They had been happy companions, content to drink and smoke and throw bottles off of buildings. Brushing his hair from his face, the scarred hybrid made his way towards his older companion. “Must be all that vodka, eh? Toughens you up?” When he was close enough, rather then simply take a seat the hybrid grabbed Rurik in a sloppy sideways hug, exposing off-white teeth in a grin. “So who did you drag along for the ride this time? Any of those sons of yours? Last one I met had a pretty decent hand for what I’ve been working on.” As he spoke, he released the gray wolf and lifted his hand, showing off the red paint that currently stained it. |