11-10-2009, 11:07 PM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_sinking.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:232px; padding-left:12px; padding-right:12px; padding-bottom:10px;"> This boat was a hell of a lot bigger than anything Rurik had ever seen before; even the Syemv did not compare in size to this monstrosity. It was massive; the deck expanded before him for quite a distance, broken and neglected furniture battered by the years of weather that had damaged this place. The silvery wolf leaned back against the railing for a minute, content to stare around at this huge ship, his excitement building. Rurik loved the sea and the things that were made to float on it; he was fascinated by it all. He didn't have long to explore by himself before distinctive noises somewhere behind him let him know that he was not alone; there was someone else ascending the rickety bridge leading up to the ship's main deck. Turning around, the Russian took a few steps back, quite eager to have company if they were friendly enough. He waited a moment, and just as he'd expected, a sable-furred woman slid over the deck, standing there, noticing him immediately. Rurik looked her over appreciatively, a grin sliding across his face. She was pretty. Her black hair was a wild, wavy hair flowed about her head, and her fur was almost jet-black, accented by patches of the darkest chocolatey color, apparent only when the mid-afternoon sun shone just right on her pelt. His eyebrows raised and that smile still across his face, Rurik dipped his head to her respectfully, speaking in his rumbly accented voice. "Hey there, printsyessa," he said. |