11-06-2009, 05:02 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;"> The silvery Russian was singing as he walked, the lyrics some forgotten old Russian tune, replaced with his own made-up lyrics. It didn't much matter, anyway, since he was singing in his native tongue and there were few people who would understand it. There was a canvas sack slung over his back, filled with items scavved from the human buildings here. This had been farmland of some sort, and Rurik was quite glad to find several useful implements here. The untouched parts of civilization was certainly one of the perks of this continent; there were few places that had been human-occupied that hadn't already been ravaged for anything that was useful in the European continent. Rumbling to himself, the Russian headed down the path toward the river, listening to it gurgle and flow with increasing volume as he drew closer. Still humming to himself, the Russian threw the canvas sack over the side of the boat, and dropped it down gently on the other side, leaned up against the rail. The Russian began shoving the boat backwards in the water, intent on taking it all the way back down to the city. He knew the river would get a little rough, but it didn't hardly bother him. He'd been able to travel upriver by the power of his own arms, so it wasn't that bad. The silvery wolf hummed to himself, stepping forward into the water as he pushed the boat backwards. It rocked slightly, tipping back and forth gently in the current. Keeping a hand on the rail, the Russian quickly vaulted into the boat, landing lightly on the bottom. Though this was no sea-faring vessel, Rurik had considered himself lucky to find it in near the docks, and still in floating condition. He only had to patch up one tiny hole in the bottom of the boat to keep it from sinking, and now he had a good way to travel around the rivers and even the bay, if he chose to use it there. Smiling, the Russian meandered to the rear of the ship, bag still in tow, and flung open the door to the small, single room, intending to chuck the bag there for safekeeping. He was quite surprised to see a face staring back up at him, shock showing clearly on the silvery wolf's face. "What's this!?" he exclaimed, staring at the stranger. Anyone else might have been angry, but Rurik was just surprised. This was about the last thing he'd expected. |