11-09-2009, 05:50 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;"> Rurik was shocked to see the wolf sitting there in the tiny closet room that had been empty when he'd left it. The Russian hadn't been paying attention himself; the absolute last thing he'd expected was for someone to climb into his boat and sit in the closet space, so he hadn't bothered to check. Now, he was face-to-face with a younger wolf, his fur the color of gold and fire, with the most striking eyes Rurik had ever seen. Their color was an oddity, a rarity—a brilliant shade of light purple unlike any eyes the Russian had ever gazed into prior to that moment. The younger canine let out a whimper, and it was clear from the look on his face he was frightened out of his mind, though Rurik could not determine if it was from expecting punishment or something else. Lifting a brow, the Russian shuffled back a little bit, quite comfortable on the gently rocking boat. It would get rougher downstream, he knew, but if he'd managed to row his ass all the way up here, he could certainly swing floating back downstream toward the ocean. Except, now there was the problem of a strange, scared kid in his boat. Grinning nervously, the Russian cleared his throat, glancing left, right, and then at the stranger. It was just a kid, he figured—non-threatening and scared. It was probably an accident, anyway. "So... uh. What'ya doin'?" the Russian asked, still grinning that amused grin at the golden-furred boy. |