11-11-2009, 05:12 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_tropic.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:230px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:25px;"> Rurik himself was rather used to approaching women, but he was from a land where they were often just as outspoken and gung-ho as the males. After all, it was Kiska who had delivered the jagged scars across his chest. Females of the Sobirat'sya clan (and Russia in general) were not known for lowering their heads and following along meekly. Rurik himself loved women, but he was not a womanizer; there was respect and genuine admiration for the girls he chose to pursue, and he often did care for them, even if he was too frightened to enter a relationship with them. He had liked Finn a great deal, and it had disheartened him quite a bit when the midnight-furred woman had run away after they'd had sex together. It delighted him to hear that she was from the same area; his features lit up and his eyebrows raised just a bit, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a smile that spread to his icy eyes. It was rare to meet canines from across the ocean here; Rurik knew the Syemv was among the first ships to make the trek, though there had been rumors of a Carribbean port for some time now. He'd heard the whispers in the London bars, of real pirates—quite unlike himself, quite unforgiving and merciless. He would have liked to meet them. He was certain his sociable nature and desire to share liquor and other fun things with anyone he met would make quick friends of even the most bloodthirsty of the ocean's pirates. He recognized the change in the sable woman, and tilted his head to the side at her question, coal-dipped ears flicking to catch her words. Serge? The name was entirely unfamiliar; for the most part, his parents and family preferred Russian names, either old ones like Rurik or complicated ones like Schastlivyj, who was often mocked as the most unfortunately named of any of them. At least Strannik could go by Nik or Niki, and Skromnyj generally abbreviated to Skrom or just 'Rom. Their youngest siblings had blessedly simple names, though their paternal grandmother, Zinoviya, was not so pleased with that. "Nein. Mine family is quite large, but we generally keep pretty good track of our own," the wolf said with a grin. Of course, it was a possibility one of his brothers had fathered this Serge somewhere along the line, and they were simply unaware; Strannik especially. "Is he from Russia?" the wolf queried, figuring that would solve their problem—most of his brothers had never been beyond Moscow. |