12-02-2009, 05:16 AM
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The silver-furred werewolf had spent a lot of time on boats throughout his life. His family's fishing business had acquainted him with them from an early age, and from roughly the time he'd learned to walk steadily on four legs, he'd been accompanying his father or his grandfathers out to sea for the day, observing and running about the ship, soaking in everything in fascination. Rurik loved sea travel; he rather enjoyed the short trips through the Mediterranean or around the coast to Liverpool or some other European port. The long voyage across the Atlantic was slightly too tedious for his tastes.
The other canine appeared rather sated off of of the marijuana Rurik had provided, and it seemed to settle him out, for which Rurik was quite glad. He didn't particularly enjoy dealing with exceptionally nervous canines more than anybody else, and he was glad they were just chilling out and enjoying the ride now. The captain expertly steered his dingy down the slow-moving river, and he felt it begin to pick up the pace slightly. They were drawing nearer the fast-moving parts of it, but Rurik was confident he'd be able to flow it downstream. The canine introduced himself in turn, and asked a question in return, one Rurik was happy to oblige. "I am from Sobirat'sya, Russia. This is way over the big ocean, and either through the frozen oceans or across a lot of land," he said, chuckling to himself. This was more of an explanation than Rurik usually gave; he was generally more succinct, but he felt particularly wordy and inspired from the good bud, and he continued speaking. "Mine mother tongue is Russia. Ty govoriš' po-russki?"" he asked jokingly.
The other canine appeared rather sated off of of the marijuana Rurik had provided, and it seemed to settle him out, for which Rurik was quite glad. He didn't particularly enjoy dealing with exceptionally nervous canines more than anybody else, and he was glad they were just chilling out and enjoying the ride now. The captain expertly steered his dingy down the slow-moving river, and he felt it begin to pick up the pace slightly. They were drawing nearer the fast-moving parts of it, but Rurik was confident he'd be able to flow it downstream. The canine introduced himself in turn, and asked a question in return, one Rurik was happy to oblige. "I am from Sobirat'sya, Russia. This is way over the big ocean, and either through the frozen oceans or across a lot of land," he said, chuckling to himself. This was more of an explanation than Rurik usually gave; he was generally more succinct, but he felt particularly wordy and inspired from the good bud, and he continued speaking. "Mine mother tongue is Russia. Ty govoriš' po-russki?"" he asked jokingly.