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IDK IF YOU NEED THIS BUT HERE IT IS ANYWAY:

1. Name: It's in hueg red letters right above this. ;D

2. Birthdate: October 21, 2002

3. Luperci Luperciiiii ortuuuuus~

4. Species: > 95% canis lupus communis, < 5% canis lupus familiaris

5. Gender: ALL MALE BB

6. Contact: all on profile :|

7. How you found 'Souls: I LOVE ANSWERING THIS QUESTION. IT CAME TO ME IN A DREAM. Or a psychotic episode. ONE OF THE TWO, anymore it's impossible to tell them apart. ;D



& Liliya Russo, his daughter, is also joining as his NPC. :o

1. Name: Liliya Russo

2. Birthdate: October 2, 2008

3. Luperci Ortus

4. Species: > 50% canis lupus communis, < 5% canis lupus familiaris, 50% canis latrans

5. Gender: Female



Also, Anatoliy will be replying right after me, so please hold off on replying until heem? Big Grin

The silver-furred werewolf had packed up most of his possessions; what they were not bringing to Cour des Miracles, they had put back into the ship. The seafaring vessel —Rurik had named her The Syemv II, of course—had been dragged into an abandoned warehouse with the roof mostly still intact; Rurik hoped that his boat would not be dashed to pieces for the weather. Though he was headed to Cour des Miracles to join up with their ranks, the silvery Russian wolf knew he wouldn't stick around forever. Eventually, Sobirat'sya would come calling again, and he would have to head back. For now, though, the werewolf was quite willing to throw his hand in with the pack and help out where necessary. Strelein's tour of the Miracles packland had pretty much sealed the deal; with the Shattered Coast serving as their primary homeland, Rurik saw no other place he'd rather go.


Phoenix Valley had been nice, too, but it was his friendship with Strel that had pushed him to join up with this bunch. He didn't know it, but Rurik fit in quite well with these settings. Hoisting a bag full of his things over his shoulder, the werewolf turned his head back to his children for a moment, grinning at grumpy Liliya and baffled Anatoliy. They would be safer here, it would be better for them—while Silas learned how the coyotes lived, his other children would come and stay with him here, and they would learn how wolves lived in packs. It was valuable experience for them, and the silver-furred werewolf himself was itchy to get into more social surroundings. It was good living with the children alone, but now it was time to move it along. Liliya tagged along behind him somewhere, walking next to Anatoliy, though she only occasionally whined to complain that what she carried was too heavy for her.


They had enough stuff, anyway—though of course Rurik had left some things that were not so easily transportable behind, Rurik and Liliy each carried two large sacks of stuff, mostly filled with cleaned and washed cooking apparel. They had a few bottles of liquor in different bags to keep them from smashing, but most of it Rurik had locked up aboard the ship, hoping the meager defenses were enough to keep out would-be scavengers. It wasn't as if he wasn't going to return there, anyway—he planned to eventually move everything that wasn't tacked down onboard the ship to Cour des Miracles. It would have to happen slowly, though, since Rurik had no wagons or horses. He'd heard they had stables here, though, and he was eager to meet some of the equines—he was hopeful there was a generic pack horse that was free to ride, or otherwise made a friend with a horse to borrow. He had never owned one himself, but some of Sobirat'sya had heavy draft-type horses, and they were common with the gypsies he'd lives with. When one's whole life had to be mobile, a horse was a very good thing. He stopped on the border, gently setting down his things. “Careful now,” he warned his children regarding the satchels.


“I'll howl for someone,” he said merrily, tossing his head back and letting out a rather loud, low howl. It was short as far as howls went, but loud, as he figured the city was probably not a direction new members arrived from often. “Geez, Dad, Вы пытаетесь сломить их чертова барабанные перепонки?” she asked grumpily, in Russian for the benefit of Anatoliy.



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Gen is in the houuuuse


1. Name: Anatoliy Russo

2. Birthdate: October 2, 2008

3. Luperci: Ortus

4. Species: > 50% canis lupus communis, < 5% canis lupus familiaris, 50% canis latrans

5. Gender: All male, just like daddy.

6. Contact: Check Strel's account for the info <3

7. How you found 'Souls: I'll be living here again when my US Paper is done [yes I'm procrastinating right now]



Anatoliy had made the trek easily, thankful for the strength and stamina the voyage here had given him. The things he took were few, but he had come with nothing but the clothes - and the well-worn spares his friends on the девушка had given him. The muscles in his arms were still as strong as they had been by end of his leg of the voyage, so the Russo absentmindedly took the bags that were handed to him. Most of those seemed to be his sister's; the girl kept complaining of the weight so the brother did his duty as a man and took some of her load. The additionally weight was adding up though; he was beginning to feel a slight strain for the distance he had traveled with so much weight. Thankfully, Liliya did not give him the bags with the alcohol since he would've dropped those for sure.


Anatoliy was nervous about joining the pack; he knew little about it and all he did know were from the accounts his father relayed to him. Naturally, he was reserving judgment on it until he saw it for himself. Besides, he had no where else he would like to go, despite having looked at AniWaya and liking what he had heard of it. His family came first and Rurik was taking them to Cour des Miracles. Surely it would be a nice place, but the young Russian remained unconvinced. Anatoliy's body tense the closer they got to the borders of the pack. His nerves were beginning to peak through and even his sister was starting to see the way his eyes glanced in different directions more often than before. He wished he were more prepared for this. Maybe he was thinking the wrong way?


Flinching at the howl, the earthen-toned male rubbed at his skull where his slightly large ears met head. "Oh, остановите ваш хныкать, Lilichka. Папа, почему сделали вы препятствовал ей стать настолько самодовольным," he countered, smirking slightly towards his sister. Teasing the girl was one of those things he had missed. It was a bit harder with Silas since he saw the Inferni less often. It was still a pleasure to speak in Russian, but Anatoliy occasionally let English mix in his words to improve his comprehension and usage of it. He still struggled with it, having been at it for only a month or so, but he could get the gist of what was told to him. Now they played the waiting game. Ah, it seemed like all Anatoliy did was wait. Thank goodness he was a patient young man.

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300+ words. Eeee! A Sie and Gen thread! ♥


Hearing the howl came as a mild surprise to the kingdom's fluffy Constable, as Vigilante certainly did not expect to find another loner on the borders any time soon. Though the pack was decently sized, not particularly large but also not desperately small, newcomers were not very frequent. At least, not two in such a short span unless they arrived together, as Niro and his vibrantly-colored sister had. He enjoyed greeting new members at the borders, even when they were as ill-mannered as the little red wolf, Gunner. In the back of his mind, the doggish man was curious to know what had become of her, as she certainly was not a member of the pack any longer. She seemed to have left very shortly after her arrival. Truthfully, Vigilante did not mind her absence, as sad as it was to think. Despite this, he very much enjoyed meeting the pack's new members, so he stood up from his seat on the seafoam green cottage's front porch, walking with a comfortable air to the source of the call.

The call had been loud, strong, and as he approached what he found to not be one loner, but three together, Vigilante could only assume that the howl had come from the silver male. He seemed to be the most dominant of the three, at the very least, or perhaps simply just older. It seemed appropriate that he had arrived in his two-legged form, as opposed to the bigger secui form that he had grown fond of, as all three were standing on two legs, as well. He did not recognize any of them, but that did not say much, truthfully. Outside of his pack, he did not know many on a personal level. It would probably be beneficial for him to make relationships with members from other packs, and he noted this quickly before offering the trio of werewolves a smile. "Welcome to Cour des Miracles. I am Vigilante Haskel, the pack's Constable." He was frequently unsure of what he should say next, so as he often did, he left the sentence open-ended for them to speak.

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LILICHKA?! I LOVE IT SO HARD. ;____; Also, Gen, did you want to say Rurik and Liliy have been trying to teach poor Toliy some English? :o Rurik's proficient and Liliy's just okay at it. And omg Rurik is such a dweeb. ♥


самодовольный?! the tawny-furred woman yelped, swiveling her head toward Anatoliy, a dangerous gleam of playfulness and aznd competition in her eye. Liliy might have been Rurik's only living daughter, but damned if she did not act and run with the best of the boys. She would have put up quite the fight against any of her uncles in terms of rowdiness and her ability to compete—though one never would have looked at her twice when she'd first arrived on these lands. She had been spoiled; Liliya's mother and father provided her with virtually anything she could ever have wanted. Now, though, Rurik saw it was not the time for play, and he placed one frying-pan sized hand on the girl's shoulder, squeezing gently. “Не сейчас, ребята,” he said, grinning to both his children. They could try to beat each other up later—for now, there was real business to attend to!


The last time Rurik had tried to join a pack, it had been Aremys. He had returned in time to see it shoved back toward the woods—and perhaps it was the utter lack of an oceanic view that had driven him so quickly from their midst again—so he wasn't entirely unfamiliar with these processes. After all, they were partially instinctual—joining a pack was part of wolfkind's life, and Rurik was, after all, a wolf. Before long, the sounds of an approach caught Rurik's attention, and he turned to his kids quickly. “Вот они. Выпрямиться,” the werewolf warned, trying to make sure his kids were on their best behavior—they were old enough to know better, but Rurik wasn't exactly what one would call a strict parent. Before long, the canine who was to greet them came forward. Rurik was not sure what exactly it was that this canine was—he appeared rather wolfish, but there was a particular quality about him which simply suggested he was not. Rurik was not so bold as to inquire; instead he returned the stranger's smile and tipped his head forward at the greeting, nudging Liliy, who stood next to him, to do the same, and hoping Anatoliy might catch on.


“Hello, Constable Haskel!” the werewolf said, attempting perfect politeness by using the man's title and surname, as well as extending one paw forth to shake, as was common greeting in his more familiar parts of the world. He used to do so often, with nearly everyone he met, but he now preferred to keep such formal greetings to formal situations. “I am Rurik Russo, and this is my daughter Liliya and my son Anatoliy, all of Sobirat'sya, Russia,” he said, indicating each of them with a sweep of his large hand. “If your pack is interested in having us, we'd like to join your ranks,” Rurik added, falling silent with a smile still on his face, hoping to make a good impression. He had more to say, of course, but he refrained from flooding the Constable's ears with speech.

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Siiie, I had to make it accurate dur. And yes, I'd assume they would since he couldn't go roaming speaking only Russian in a land where English was dominant.

Anatoliy watched the stranger approach in the distance. It was a man, that much was sure from his physique and then his greeting when he was close to the trio of Russians. He certainly did not look like a pure wolf, but a strange, very strange, mix of wolf and maybe dog? The young male eyed the man curiously, missing almost entirely what his father said. At the last minute he registered what his father had said and bowed his head, mimicking their gesture in a more jerking manner. Eyes remained fixated on the, obviously, high ranking Miracles man. A constable was no lowly peon in a court, and Anatoliy assumed they had bowed like that for a reason. At least the mixing of the children's blood would not matter for much if they would accept dog mutts. He knew that potentials for Inferni needed to have a certain amount of coyote blood, which was why Silas had got in just fine. But with his bulkier, more wolf-like proportions, the younger brother did not feel a need to test the leaders there.


His name was mentioned, and the yearling gave a curt nod of the head at the Constable, feeling it best to let his more experienced father deal with [The guy had to be experienced by now, consider his age!]. Peeking at his sister from the corner of his eyes, he watched her reaction, wondering what she thought of their moving to a new place like this. Maybe after shifting from Russia to Canada had been enough to disillusion her or to make her significantly less nervous. Why was Anatoliy so worried? Maybe because his migration was not by choice and by pure accident, but who knew for certain what the reasons were? All he knew was that Vigilante before him had the power to let them settle in his lands, or send them shuffling back towards Halifax. Both were going to be walks, the Russo knew, but one would be significantly more satisfying than the other.



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300+ words. ♥


As it had seemed from the start, the silver-furred man was the leader of their little group, polite and enthusiastic in a way Vigilante had not seen in quite some time. Most were nice enough, but it had been a very long time since someone had offered their hand to shake in greeting, and he grasped the Russian's pirate's hand pleasantly, returning the gesture. It was a practice that he had picked up a long time ago, though he did not exactly know where, as his birth pack had been one of the least humanized packs he had been to. His interest piqued at Rurik's explanation of where they came from. It seemed ironic that, just a day after meeting the female from Russia, Zasha, he was now meeting a small group of them. He still did not know much of the place, but it should not be too hard to learn about it if he decided that he wanted to, considering the sudden influx of Russians.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all," he said, after acknowledging both of Rurik's children in turn as they were introduced. "Our pack is always welcoming of new members," he said, and though he had not heard those exact words come out of the King's mouth, he knew the sentiment to be true. Vigilante wanted the pack to prosper and grow, and he knew with nearly complete certainty that Jacquez would be happy to have anyone join, as long as they were more followers for him. It seemed to be the way that the collie man operated, and the Constable did not find it his place to question such motives. New, useful blood in a pack was always a good thing, indeed. "Though the pack is fairly relaxed, I would like to ask what it is that you can offer the pack in exchange for a home," he added, as he found it to be important. Jacquez had not actually asked him that upin his arrival, but then, he and Jacquez were very different from one another and had different values, he knew.

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Big GrinBig GrinBig Grin I have a bunch of cute nicknames for Toliy I looked up toooooo. >_> "Tolechka, Tolen’ka, Tolik, Tolunchik, Tolusha, Tolya, Tolyasha." I like Tolik and Tolya. <3333


The silver-furred werewolf was impressed by both of his children's behavior—both seemed to straighten up right when he told them to, and they understood the gravity of the situation, it would seem. Rurik wasn't incredibly nervous—he knew the three of them were worth their weight within the pack, and they would serve it well. The silver-furred wolf's land was gripped in the strong grasp of the other man's hand and they shook, prompting another smile from the Russian wolf. “Aye, good to meet you! I have a friend in your lot—Strelein von Rosnete. He vas kind enough to show me your beautiful coastline some weeks ago,” the werewolf said excitedly. He had truly found the Shattered Coast beautiful—it was real coast, unlike the docks and fences and boatyards of the city.


The cloud-colored man knew that they would have to attend to actual business, though, and at Vigilante's question he appeared thoughtful for a moment, considering how to best present their skills. “Well, I am experienced fisherman. I don't eat feesh, either, so all I catch will be for all the pack,” he declared. “I speak Russian, English, French, and Spanish, with leettle beets of Portuguese, German, and Hungarian,” the werewolf stated. His linguistic skills weren't always useful, but there were rare occurrences when it did come in handy. “And mine brother, he vas much better cook than me, but he taught me one or two t'eengs,” he said, grinning. It was often he missed the excellent cooking of Thorn, among other things. When they were younger, the pair had been nearly inseparable.


“How about you two?” the werewolf said, turning toward both of his children. Anatoliy had been working on his English, but the eldest of the trio was certainly willing to translate if he was too nervous. Liliy sounded something like he did when he first landed here—getting used to the language, but still with some gaps here, and a rather limited vocabulary. “I speak Russian more than English, but I fish with Otets,” she said slowly, laboring over each word to make sure it was perfect, her bright eyes on her father the whole time, searching for his approval. He smiled at her, and then his gaze shifted to Tolik, smiling encouragement toward his son.

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Remind me to never, ever bring Anatoliy's girlfriends [boyfriends?!?] or friends over if Rurik is going to use those xD

Listening, trying to sooth his nerves over and over again while his brother and sister spoke, Anatoliy listened to their responses. Thankfully, he could easily launch into his own narrative when asked for it, and he would have to man up a bit to do it. Sometimes he still felt like a little kid, especially when his dad was hovering nearby; happened when he lived for so long without the man. The Russo watched first his father describe his fishing skills and his distaste for the fish he caught. Then his sister describe her own fishing skills. It was to be expected, considering the way their family supported itself back home in Mother Russia. He never really chose to stick with something with ihs family, but he had certainly dabbled in more than a few things. He grew proficient in a few things, like fishing and wood working. His cooking was edible, but absolutely nothing fancy.


Suddenly, all three of them were looking at him. He calmly looked from father, to sister, to stranger, before clearing his throat a little bit. "I can feesh okay. But back home they teach me to cook, read Russian, and some, ah, handiwork?" He followed his sister's example and enunciated as best as he could, though he struggled with the final word, not knowing the term carpentry. His eyes had been turned toward Rurik while he thought, but managed to figure it out without his father's assistance. "They teach me here to speak English and read some," he added, clarifying. His language was shaky, more so than usual, but that could have been the fact they were facing a leader. Anatoliy certainly got nervous speaking to the head of the Russo family or other family heads back in Russia. "I want to learn more English so it is better." His tone was thickly laced with his accent, but hopefully it was understandable. He gazed pointedly at Vigilante, hoping not to be rude by his look.


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300+ words. ♥


Vigilante nodded with a small smile as Rurik mentioned having already seen the coast. Though he did not know Strelein personally, the Constable had seen him at a meeting or two, he was sure. The name was relatively familiar, and though they had never met, Vigilante knew that the man had been in the pack for quite some time now. "I am fond of the coast, myself," he replied, though he did not think he liked it as much as some. He was a fan of its calm beauty and the very concept, as he had never been near an ocean before coming to this area. Seeing the ocean was always a beautiful sight, and he found himself occasionally on the sandy coast with no purpose other than to watch its rhythmic movements. It was a good way to pass the time and it often allowed him free time to himself that he used to think without any interruption.

As he listened to them each, in turn, list their skills, he knew that there was no reason for them not to join the pack. He supposed he had not even needed to ask what they could contribute, as he had not been asked and it did not seem as though they had been having any problems with members that were not pulling their own weight, as far as he was aware of. They all seemed to be perfectly competent and capable of doing just that. "Your English is very good now, it seems, but I'm sure it will be even easier soon," he said, though the accents were thick. "We have many members who speak other languages." The Constable was not really one of them, though, as he only knew bits and pieces of two other languages. "Welcome to the pack. Is there anything that you would like to know?" Vigilante did not expect that he would need to show them around if Rurik had already seen the pack, but he was open to answering questions and doing whatever it was that he needed to do to help them get settled into their new home.

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LOL, why, did I pick a bunch of geeky ones? ;_; Gen, you can reply once more as Toliy if you'd like, otherwise I don't see a need to keep a'posting here. :3 ((391))


Things were going swimmingly, it seemed. Liliya was short and sweet as she usually was, preferring not to speak at length with strangers. She lacked many of her father's more social tendencies, and in general she simply was not as outgoing as the rest of them were, preferring to stick to small groups and her preferred bunch. She had been particularly unenthusiastic about joining up with the pack, but Rurik had insisted—living amongst the native speakers here would do wonders for their English language, and he wanted both Liliy and Toliy to have the opportunity to make new friends. The packs were the best setting for that; they'd spent enough time creeping amongst the tall buildings of the city, and now it was time to settle down.


As Anatoliy spoke Rurik grinned his encouragement, impressed with the remarkable progress the youth had made since landing on this coast. It was easiest to absorb language when immersed in it, however, and Rurik was sure that Anatoliy hadn't found too many other Russian speakers floating around with which to converse, forcing him to use his English if he wanted to connect. As it was, Rurik had only met one other Russian speaker, and only once—and he had not even been intelligent enough to grab her name. Ah, well—it seemed she'd been a drifter, anyway, as after their first meeting on the beach he'd not seen or smelled her anywhere close by. She probably could have picked a much easier way of arriving on this continent, though—there was no need to go diving off the sides of ships.


The Constable spoke once more, complimenting the trio of Russians' linguistic skill. Again Rurik beamed proudly at his kids, though this time there was a "told you so!" element to his smile, reflected in his expressive blue eyes. “Thanks very much, my friend. It is good to know we will be with a different crowd,” the silvery werewolf commented, previously unaware of the Miracles' pack's various language. That made him all the more excited, of course. “No, I think we will be alright, but thank you again. I think we will head to the hotel. I should see Strelein, and we should get settled in,” the werewolf said, still smiling at the Constable. He was already feeling at home here—how lovely!


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