There's a secret, seriously-WIP profile for Liliya here, and her Wiki has some infos. ^_^ It's a liiiittle bit subject to change, though, so I might end up altering her a bit later down the road. <3 Word Count: 542
Liliya had not been happy when they'd first arrived to this land. She imagined something quite similar to Sobirat'sya. Sure, there were quite a few dilapidated, unused buildings in Arhkangel'sk, but that was simply the result of the canine population being much, much smaller than the city's prior occupants. In this place, it seemed to Liliy that the wolves didn't even choose to live in houses and buildings, which had weirded her out quite a bit at first. She had gotten used to it, and she was enjoying the hell out of the freedom her father granted her—since she'd turned a year old he'd finally started treating her like an adult, though she didn't think he'd ever let her wander off and join Inferni like Silas had.
She was more than excited to see Anatoliy, forgetting entirely that this fact meant Verusha was back at home alone. Maybe that was better for her, anyway—it wasn't like she hated her children, of course not, but she and Rurik hadn't exactly been close. It was more or less of a stay-together-for-the-kids thing with them, and Liliy hoped her mother was happy. She was plunked into a hug with her brother which she returned eagerly, her tail waving excitedly in the air. The Russian that came from his mouth was like music to her ears; she had been speaking English with just about everyone, and though it had worked magic on her proficiency in the foreign tongue, it had made her more than a little homesick for her mother tongue. “Конечно это - я! Вы шли слепые, брат?” she said, laughing wildly. She'd missed having a brother around, and it was all she could do not to jump forward again and embrace him in a hug.
“Папа здесь! Он приезжает - о, дерьмо!” she said as Anatoliy swept her up and threw her over his shoulder, displaying strength she hadn't remembered from when they were kids. Playing around, usually all of them were pretty evenly matched—Lizaveta had always been the weakest and smallest, though, and Liliy had long figured she hadn't much of a chance against the fever. Liliy still thought about Liz quite often, and it made her sad that she did not have any sisters. It was good to have brothers, though, and she hadn't understood why the other girls sometimes complained of it. Oh, well, maybe this was why. She writhed playfully and laughed, dropping gently to the ground when they arrived where Rurik still stood, the deer over his shoulders, a somewhat annoyed look on his face until he saw Anatoliy.
Immediately a huge grin spread across the werewolf's face, and he set the deer down gently, intending to pick her up in a moment. “Anatoliy!” he exclaimed. “Что, черт возьми, Вы делаете здесь?” he asked, absolutely baffled at his son's presence, though there was absolutely no anger in him. He reached out to give his son a hug, extending his arms to the younger canine with a grin across his face. Of course he was happy to see Anatoliy—he loved his children very much. He wondered what machination of the fates had conspired to play this trick and bring his son back to him—not that he was complaining, after all.
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