11-06-2009, 06:34 PM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_angel.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:10px; padding-left:12px; padding-right:12px; padding-bottom:286px;"> Frowning, the Russian stayed where he was, not advancing on the little one anymore. There was no reason to scare her; he was only trying to help her out. Lily was just behind him and barely containing her distaste for the situation; Rurik knew she was not a fan of smaller children and she would have wanted to move on immediately, but he refused to rise up from his kneeling position in front of the little girl. He smiled again, encouraging her as she began to speak. She had an odd sort of accent, one Rurik could not immediately place, though he did recognize it as one who originated elsewhere. The werewolf leaned back a little bit, looking contemplative. "Well, how long has he been gone, little one?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. Lily had remained quiet until then, but now she sighed softly, speaking quietly but with a hint of nagging to her voice. "Dad." Turning his head swiftly, Rurik shot her a harsh look, and admonished her quickly. "Liliya." His face was stern as he spoke to her in clipped, harsh Russian. "Wouldn't you want someone to offer help if you lost me?" he asked, and that brought a sympathetic look to the young woman's face at long last. |