01-28-2010, 01:17 AM
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Table by Alli
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I apologize to any incorrect assumptions about Sobirat'sya life and about Liliya's physical appearence ^^;. Hover over Russian to get transmalation.
What was this place like when the humans roamed the streets in their monstrous polluting machines? What was it like with people strolling down the streets with bags in hands, children linking fingers with parents, and lovers arm in arm? What was it like? With everyone walking by each other, knowing no one since there was but a mass of nameless faces in the crowd? Where was the family cohesiveness in that? Maybe Anatoliy was being biased, but he loved the way that Sobirat'sya was organized and how families could know each other, even those outside of the genetic line. Maybe it was just him and his preconceptions, but these humans had probably been in the wrong when they decided to shrink their family units down from their large sizes down to parents and children. Even then the kids would be gone to school after a certain age and out of the house to create more small, isolated family groups. That was how so many branches of a family could exist everywhere. No wonder so many of them were estranged from relatives! How could one see a third cousin if they were not known to exist? Anatoliy placed such a heavy emphasis on family and staying together, but maybe it was the whole wolf blood in him talking. If he had been a loner at some point, prior to now of course, his instincts would direct him toward a pack. But such an act would have been only if the Russo's mother was not the key reason he was not exploring outside of his Russian village or wherever Verusha had been.
Those exploratory instincts were taking over now, even as he was leaning with his back against an abandoned building. Cocking a head, eyes lazily half shut, the earthen toned hybrid stared at the glass of the building opposite him, broken and unbroken panes alike. There was a store front right in front of him, but he did not know what it was called nor what it sold from looking at the sign hanging over the larger viewing windows. But the contents gave away the purpose of the shop; hardware and painting supplies. But it all seemed too dusty to bother looking in, lest the yearling trip over something with his size and crash into a shelving unit of some sorts and have heavy objects pin him down. Besides, the outside was so pretty, so familiar; cloudy with that up coming snow smell on the wind. Anatoliy gave a deep sniff of the air, catching something that was not weather related. His ears perked up at the smell, nostrils flaring as he tried to figure out where it was coming from. Amber eyes shifted this way and that, trying, hoping he was not delusional enough to start smelling that which was not there. The Russo took a few unsure steps forward, hand slipping away from the support of the wall, standing in the middle of the street. The pavement was cracked beneath his feet, but he did not notice it at all. The scent on the wind was far more pressing, far more urgent. Anatoliy needed to know why this familiar smell was here of all places. There was no reason for them to be here, wherever here was. It could not be them. It simply could not!
Could it?
That was when he heard his name called by a voice that was known to him, despite the change age had given the tone and pitch. Everything was a dead give away, but that did not mean that the young man was not surprised by what it was he heard. The look of surprise on Anatoliy's face as he turned, slowly, toward the sound of the young lady calling for him, was nothing short of pure and starstruck. The girl fell into his suddenly open arms. Standing like that, with his shorter sister wrapping her arms around his chest, clinging to him. Anatoliy was choked up, unable to let out a cohesive sound from his voice box. All that managed to escape his lips were guttural sounds that were mere shadows of true words. His toned arms wrapped around Liliya, wondering how this were possible. He squeezed her gently before lifting her off her feet to sway her to the left and right before plopping her back down before him again. The Russo pulled his full blood sibling before him at an arms length, both hands firm on her shoulders.
"Liliya! Eta ti? Ne moshat beit!" The tall hybrid almost felt like crying if he knew he had to be masculine enough to keep a firm hand on his tear ducts. But he truly felt like it. How long had it been since he had last seen his sisters and brothers. And his father? "Gde papa? Kooda ohn delsya? Ohn staboyu?" Anatoliy's tone was urgent and eager as he raised his amber eyes to somewhere behind Liliya.
Smiling, one of the first times since he had arrived in this cursed place, the hybrid picked up his sister and threw her over his shoulder with a laugh. "Neboysa, ya ne oranyu tebya." The girl was certainly lighter than he imagined, but that could have been because of all the work aboard the trader vessel. The hybrid Russo managed to carry her with ease, or almost (what girl will not kick even a little at being handled like this?). He strolled down the road, heart racing as he approached the figure he had not seen for half his life. Anatoliy ignored the complaints of his sister at being handled this way, only chuckling a bit at her. But when he stood not far from his father, he stopped. Those feet of his would not move further. There was a kind of devotion to this man who sired him in the half coyote, half wolf man. And how sorely had he missed his father and siblings. Two were missing though and he did not question that. "Papa," he said softly, throat tensing up and making it hard for him to launch into a torrent of phrases for his father's ears.
I apologize to any incorrect assumptions about Sobirat'sya life and about Liliya's physical appearence ^^;. Hover over Russian to get transmalation.
What was this place like when the humans roamed the streets in their monstrous polluting machines? What was it like with people strolling down the streets with bags in hands, children linking fingers with parents, and lovers arm in arm? What was it like? With everyone walking by each other, knowing no one since there was but a mass of nameless faces in the crowd? Where was the family cohesiveness in that? Maybe Anatoliy was being biased, but he loved the way that Sobirat'sya was organized and how families could know each other, even those outside of the genetic line. Maybe it was just him and his preconceptions, but these humans had probably been in the wrong when they decided to shrink their family units down from their large sizes down to parents and children. Even then the kids would be gone to school after a certain age and out of the house to create more small, isolated family groups. That was how so many branches of a family could exist everywhere. No wonder so many of them were estranged from relatives! How could one see a third cousin if they were not known to exist? Anatoliy placed such a heavy emphasis on family and staying together, but maybe it was the whole wolf blood in him talking. If he had been a loner at some point, prior to now of course, his instincts would direct him toward a pack. But such an act would have been only if the Russo's mother was not the key reason he was not exploring outside of his Russian village or wherever Verusha had been.
Those exploratory instincts were taking over now, even as he was leaning with his back against an abandoned building. Cocking a head, eyes lazily half shut, the earthen toned hybrid stared at the glass of the building opposite him, broken and unbroken panes alike. There was a store front right in front of him, but he did not know what it was called nor what it sold from looking at the sign hanging over the larger viewing windows. But the contents gave away the purpose of the shop; hardware and painting supplies. But it all seemed too dusty to bother looking in, lest the yearling trip over something with his size and crash into a shelving unit of some sorts and have heavy objects pin him down. Besides, the outside was so pretty, so familiar; cloudy with that up coming snow smell on the wind. Anatoliy gave a deep sniff of the air, catching something that was not weather related. His ears perked up at the smell, nostrils flaring as he tried to figure out where it was coming from. Amber eyes shifted this way and that, trying, hoping he was not delusional enough to start smelling that which was not there. The Russo took a few unsure steps forward, hand slipping away from the support of the wall, standing in the middle of the street. The pavement was cracked beneath his feet, but he did not notice it at all. The scent on the wind was far more pressing, far more urgent. Anatoliy needed to know why this familiar smell was here of all places. There was no reason for them to be here, wherever here was. It could not be them. It simply could not!
Could it?
That was when he heard his name called by a voice that was known to him, despite the change age had given the tone and pitch. Everything was a dead give away, but that did not mean that the young man was not surprised by what it was he heard. The look of surprise on Anatoliy's face as he turned, slowly, toward the sound of the young lady calling for him, was nothing short of pure and starstruck. The girl fell into his suddenly open arms. Standing like that, with his shorter sister wrapping her arms around his chest, clinging to him. Anatoliy was choked up, unable to let out a cohesive sound from his voice box. All that managed to escape his lips were guttural sounds that were mere shadows of true words. His toned arms wrapped around Liliya, wondering how this were possible. He squeezed her gently before lifting her off her feet to sway her to the left and right before plopping her back down before him again. The Russo pulled his full blood sibling before him at an arms length, both hands firm on her shoulders.
"Liliya! Eta ti? Ne moshat beit!" The tall hybrid almost felt like crying if he knew he had to be masculine enough to keep a firm hand on his tear ducts. But he truly felt like it. How long had it been since he had last seen his sisters and brothers. And his father? "Gde papa? Kooda ohn delsya? Ohn staboyu?" Anatoliy's tone was urgent and eager as he raised his amber eyes to somewhere behind Liliya.
Smiling, one of the first times since he had arrived in this cursed place, the hybrid picked up his sister and threw her over his shoulder with a laugh. "Neboysa, ya ne oranyu tebya." The girl was certainly lighter than he imagined, but that could have been because of all the work aboard the trader vessel. The hybrid Russo managed to carry her with ease, or almost (what girl will not kick even a little at being handled like this?). He strolled down the road, heart racing as he approached the figure he had not seen for half his life. Anatoliy ignored the complaints of his sister at being handled this way, only chuckling a bit at her. But when he stood not far from his father, he stopped. Those feet of his would not move further. There was a kind of devotion to this man who sired him in the half coyote, half wolf man. And how sorely had he missed his father and siblings. Two were missing though and he did not question that. "Papa," he said softly, throat tensing up and making it hard for him to launch into a torrent of phrases for his father's ears.