11-11-2009, 01:55 AM
[html]
| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_tide.jpg);"> Sie has no life. ;D The Russian wolf was quite openly appreciative of womankind, though he realized now he wasn't averse to contact with men, either—so long as he could be on top. He just didn't like to broadcast that, and he could only really act on that one when he was really, really drunk. He didn't like to look at men like that when he was sober; he'd been raised into a very masculine family, and none of his brothers had ever shown an inkling of bisexuality; they were all hard womanizers and it was unlikely they would ever settle down. Only Skromnyj had ever managed to find a mate, though they didn't have kids and Skrom still liked to mess around a bit. Rurik was frightened of relationships, and it would seem that most of the Russo children would remain bachelors for their lives, though who knew how many illegitemate children Strannik had fathered in his heyday. Smiling at the thoughts of family, he listened to the sable wolf speak, his ears catching the foreign word. It sounded like how Emma and Cambria had spoken; the silver-furred wolf tilted his head to the side, trying to decide if that word had been Italian or not. He wasn't familiar enough with the language yet to decide, so he smiled broadly, looking at her with a sidelong glance of his brilliant blue eyes. "Quite a ways across the ocean," he answered, grinning. "Rurik Russo, good to meet you," he said, introducing himself with an extended hand, a leftover from the old world. Such a gesture was not as common here, but in Sobirat'sya it was quite common for males to grip hands and shake, especially when first meeting others, including women, and this one was so pretty, he wanted to be on his absolute best behavior. |