i've heard all your sad songs i can hear

Rurik Russo · 01-18-2010, 09:39 AM

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UM, RURIK IS CREEPIER. He is old. XD

The silver-furred werewolf twisted around in his new garments, bending down a little and lifting each of his legs, making sure they fit. They were damn comfortable; there was no tug of the cloth against his flesh and it pretty much felt like he was wearing nothing aside from the waistline, which rather gently hugged his sharp hips. Strel reached out to grab at his hips, and the werewolf didn't so much as flinch; rather, he grinned over at the other wolf, allowing him to inspect the fit of the pants and insure they were up to par. Rurik had already grown completely enamoured with them and he was quite happy in them, so there was little chance of Strel getting them back again, even if he noticed a stitch was misplaced or something like that.

"Nope, feels great!" the werewolf responded earnestly. There was a certain accord within the world at the moment: Rurik had a new pair of pants, Strel had hopefully delivered his liquor to the leader, and Rurik was about to get a tour of the packlands. Things were going swimmingly; the silvery werewolf couldn't help but feel excited over the prospect of finding a new home. He hadn't been member of a pack since Aremys; he'd held the Graduiertier rank last he remembered. That place hadn't been the same as Syemv for him, though, and he hadn't held the same attachment to the place. Even with Phasma, even with his potential relationship there... well, maybe that had been a part of what had scared him off. Rurik didn't do well in relationships with commitment; he'd lent his heart out once before and it had been returned shattered to pieces, what was the point of trying again?

Still smiling, the werewolf tilted his silvery head, his shaggy hair falling to the wayside in the process. "How'd your man like the alcohol, anyway? Or did he "forget" to crack it in front'a ya, huh?" the werewolf asked with a grin. It was an old adage about opening alcohol in front of the person who gave it to you and having to share, but Rurik couldn't quite remember the words. "Thank you again, they are wonderful," he said, still smiling as he bent to pick his old pair up off the ground. He tossed them over an arm and shrugged. "For back-up," he said, not wanting Strel to think that he did not like this pair of pants.

"Well, you guys have a lot of coast? I like the coast," he said, grinning rather stupidly. He didn't know what this place had to offer just yet, but he had a feeling it was a whole lot.

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