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well that's useful :O Also, babelfish has some serious translation issues >>
Anatoliy had not seen his siblings for so long that after a while, he doubted he ever would one day. They had left when he was so young, but still old enough to remember the good times they had once had. There were days when the Russo questioned his reasons for staying back in the old country with the mass of bodies that was his family on his father's sides. Naturally, those were the days that the hybrid had a fight with either his mother, or with one of his many, many kin. Perhaps that was why whenever someone in the family upset him, he would threaten to leave and find the rest of his family, though the next day he would come back without a word about fleeing elsewhere. Toliy, while not finding it hard to fit into the Russo way of life, had always had a restless itch at the back of his mind. He had longed for adventure, for discovery, spiritual and archeological. At home it was more or less uniform, but still the variations among uncles, cousins, aunts, and great-relatives was oddly pacifying. Everyone, while mostly being domestic assistance at the Compound or a deep sea fisherman, still had their quirks in the mass of Russos flesh and blood. But sometimes, it was still too similar more often than not to satisfy the yearling. After all, the power of youth was curiosity and adaptation. How was he supposed to adapt somewhere that simply did not change?
"Я вижу вас, да? Или вы очень славная галлюцинация?" he said, chuckling even as the girl was over his shoulder. When the Russo became strong enough to lift her, he did not know, for they had certainly had once been so close to each other in size and strength once upon a time. Back then, they would fight each other for dominance, but the boys - at least Anatoliy would - try to let the sisters win more often, especially Lizaveta. It was just a little internal moral code that the Russo had gotten while watching and observing everyone while still managing to poke into everything appropriate. One had to be polite and good to the women, even if they tried to start something where scars would be imminent. Maybe it was more of the stories that the older folk would mutter to one another when they say his mother, even him sometimes. The insults paid to his blood were enough to make him learn what to do so they would not start their little chains of gossip. It was something that his relatives were good at; gossip. Or was that just the people in the village? Scandals were a source of entertainment and the only conversation at dinner one day could be comprised of so and so in this or that family doing one or another gossip worthy thing. Maybe that was why Anatoliy was the way he was.
Standing before his father, the earthen hued Russo saw where some of his size came from, height wise at least. Now there was an understandable, visible reason as to why the yearling was the way he was. All he could do was let off a little bit a smirk onto his features before they twisted back into being dumbfounded. "Haha! Я получил езду на корабле океана. Было странной аварией." His tone was still cheery, despite the heartache it caused him to continue on his journey instead of jumping ship near Denmark. Somehow the prospect of adventure had outdone his desire to stay back with his mother. Using what she told him before he left, "Вы годовалый, идете исследуете. Попробуйте возвратить заходом солнца", Anatoliy could twist it into exploring anywhere he wished but being back before the sunset, on any day he wished. The Russo was guilty about it, but he figured Verushka would surely be alright, or else she would try to follow her son to the continent where her children's father was with the rest of her brood. "Я скажу его к вам о ем на более последнем времени."
Parting from the warmth of his father's embrace, Anatoliy he beamed at him, grabbing at Liliya to try to get her into a bear hug of sorts. "Сколько времени вы здесь?" he asked, letting go of his sister with a slight shove and chuckle, wanting to make up for the months they lost in being apart. "Что вы сделанное здесь?"Oh the stories they would have to tell him! Surely they had adventures here worth telling and Anatoliy was eager to know more about this place now that it was suddenly not so very dreary. His tone faltered as he looked around, not seeing the other two figures he would have expected to see here. But, perhaps they had gotten split up at some point? The Russo asked, " Где Silas? И где Liza?" They had to be here somewhere and hopefully Rurik would let him sate his curiosity and worry. Of course he worried, he loved his family. There was no reason for him to not have give a bit of worry over the well being of his father and siblings.
well that's useful :O Also, babelfish has some serious translation issues >>
Anatoliy had not seen his siblings for so long that after a while, he doubted he ever would one day. They had left when he was so young, but still old enough to remember the good times they had once had. There were days when the Russo questioned his reasons for staying back in the old country with the mass of bodies that was his family on his father's sides. Naturally, those were the days that the hybrid had a fight with either his mother, or with one of his many, many kin. Perhaps that was why whenever someone in the family upset him, he would threaten to leave and find the rest of his family, though the next day he would come back without a word about fleeing elsewhere. Toliy, while not finding it hard to fit into the Russo way of life, had always had a restless itch at the back of his mind. He had longed for adventure, for discovery, spiritual and archeological. At home it was more or less uniform, but still the variations among uncles, cousins, aunts, and great-relatives was oddly pacifying. Everyone, while mostly being domestic assistance at the Compound or a deep sea fisherman, still had their quirks in the mass of Russos flesh and blood. But sometimes, it was still too similar more often than not to satisfy the yearling. After all, the power of youth was curiosity and adaptation. How was he supposed to adapt somewhere that simply did not change?
"Я вижу вас, да? Или вы очень славная галлюцинация?" he said, chuckling even as the girl was over his shoulder. When the Russo became strong enough to lift her, he did not know, for they had certainly had once been so close to each other in size and strength once upon a time. Back then, they would fight each other for dominance, but the boys - at least Anatoliy would - try to let the sisters win more often, especially Lizaveta. It was just a little internal moral code that the Russo had gotten while watching and observing everyone while still managing to poke into everything appropriate. One had to be polite and good to the women, even if they tried to start something where scars would be imminent. Maybe it was more of the stories that the older folk would mutter to one another when they say his mother, even him sometimes. The insults paid to his blood were enough to make him learn what to do so they would not start their little chains of gossip. It was something that his relatives were good at; gossip. Or was that just the people in the village? Scandals were a source of entertainment and the only conversation at dinner one day could be comprised of so and so in this or that family doing one or another gossip worthy thing. Maybe that was why Anatoliy was the way he was.
Standing before his father, the earthen hued Russo saw where some of his size came from, height wise at least. Now there was an understandable, visible reason as to why the yearling was the way he was. All he could do was let off a little bit a smirk onto his features before they twisted back into being dumbfounded. "Haha! Я получил езду на корабле океана. Было странной аварией." His tone was still cheery, despite the heartache it caused him to continue on his journey instead of jumping ship near Denmark. Somehow the prospect of adventure had outdone his desire to stay back with his mother. Using what she told him before he left, "Вы годовалый, идете исследуете. Попробуйте возвратить заходом солнца", Anatoliy could twist it into exploring anywhere he wished but being back before the sunset, on any day he wished. The Russo was guilty about it, but he figured Verushka would surely be alright, or else she would try to follow her son to the continent where her children's father was with the rest of her brood. "Я скажу его к вам о ем на более последнем времени."
Parting from the warmth of his father's embrace, Anatoliy he beamed at him, grabbing at Liliya to try to get her into a bear hug of sorts. "Сколько времени вы здесь?" he asked, letting go of his sister with a slight shove and chuckle, wanting to make up for the months they lost in being apart. "Что вы сделанное здесь?"Oh the stories they would have to tell him! Surely they had adventures here worth telling and Anatoliy was eager to know more about this place now that it was suddenly not so very dreary. His tone faltered as he looked around, not seeing the other two figures he would have expected to see here. But, perhaps they had gotten split up at some point? The Russo asked, " Где Silas? И где Liza?" They had to be here somewhere and hopefully Rurik would let him sate his curiosity and worry. Of course he worried, he loved his family. There was no reason for him to not have give a bit of worry over the well being of his father and siblings.