Matching the Twilight

Anatoliy Russo · 09-18-2010, 08:36 PM

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For Ralla c:

It was clearly the middle of the afternoon, and Anatoliy did not know why he had wandered off away from the pack; he would only get home in the dark when his father was already knocked out or out doing whatever the man did. The Russo did not have his father on a pedestal as high as it used to be, but the he did not want to know all the shenanigans that the man got up to - he still wanted a good image of his father. But still he wanted to get away from the packlands, even just for a moment. He had somehow managed to patch up his ear, though he would have a nick in it for the rest of his life, and the cut on his face. Around his arm was a bandage, another temporary souvenir from the "fight" with Niro. More damage had been done to Niro than to the Russian, though the American had already been injured when the much larger male had attacked him. Anatoliy was a bit guilt about further damaging the injuries that Niro had suffered, but he had been fighting for the Russo honor. Was that not acceptable?

But neither of those things were the reason he was moping about like a love starved puppy. Well, he was a love starved puppy, now, wasn't he? He had kissed Anann and that had confused him; he had not been sure what he had felt about the golden woman. But now, now the Russo almost understood exactly what the woman meant to him, but still he was unsure. The situation that had brought him closer to clarity felt awkward to him, and unexpected for Anann. To him, it seemed as though he may have blindsided her. No wonder she had not returned his kiss when he had given it, even if they both had a small amount of alcohol in their systems. But this was really why he moped. How could he talk to her? How could he look at her now without bursting from the embarrassment and shame?

Ralla · 09-18-2010, 11:17 PM

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Yay! Big Grin Love-sick puppy time Tongue Also, yes; Ralla hallucinates a little when she sees her 'visions'. Please see my profile for further explanation Tongue

The journey was becoming easier now, it seemed, the further Ralla pressed on. Thick calluses had formed on her small paws, and she walked a leisurly pace to let Sugar catch his breath. His brown hide was sweat-slick and his breath short. She herself would've been sweating had it not dropped to such a cool temperature in a few short days.

Her encounters with Talitha and Belle had been pleasant, and Ralla hoped that Belle enjoyed the gift that she had given her just earlier that day. Their race had been fun, and it almost made Ralla forget that she had to return to AniWaya. The journey home was leading her in a bit of a roundabout way, but she saw a huge tree--one she had passed and marked with three claw scratches on the way to Dans l'Obscurite--and knew that she was finally back on the right path. I think...

Her nose twitched as she caught the scent of another wolf. He was close--closer than Ralla would've expected. The crumbling fall leaves and bushes, Sugar's heavy musk, and the soaked leather around his girth had filled her nose and muffled the stranger's scent. Concentrating hard, Ralla was relieved to find that there were no territory markers around. And then she saw a glimmer of black and blue; a swallowtail butterfly. The colors of meloncholy and sadness... The symbol of change and beauty... The semi-visible butterfly disappeared as if it were never there, and Ralla followed its path of travel; not surprisingly, closer to the scent of the stranger. The afternoon sun was already low in the sky, and it painted the sky aflame with swirling lavender purples. The combination of red and purple; romance. Behind her, although she was so focused on the strange scent ahead, the moon rose prematuraly (as it was sometimes wont to do) over the skyline.

Coming upon the stranger, she found him--for it was a he, obviously--moping--again, obviously, with even his scent giving off the impression--around a small clearing where one could easily see the sunset. Even from her distance, the male was uncommonly huge; something so unusual to Ralla--for she was often very tall in lupus form--that she wondered just how tall, exactly, he was.

"Hello?" she sort-of-asked-sort-of-said to the stranger as she emerged with Sugar from the trees. His pelt was a light chocolate brown, and upon closer examination, she saw that he was wounded in several places. The wound on his arm made Ralla's ears go back, and it then became one of those times she wished she could just remember the uses of herbs and plants so she could help.

Moon walks. "Moon talks. Moon thinks.

Anatoliy Russo · 09-21-2010, 09:34 PM

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sorry, it's a tad short, especially after your pretty post

Leaning against of the large outcroppings of stone boulders, the Russo examined his arm, glad to see that the bandages were not bloody. When he had first bandaged it, the cloth had sported blood stains. True, his injury there had not been great, but he had taken no risks with blood loss. But the pain was still there and it ached with every beat of his heart. Anatoliy deserved the wound, even if he still believed his actions justified, even a little bit. Every time his cuts throbbed with that dull discomforting sensation, he frowned, remembering the fight and he berated himself for not doing better to keep his skin whole. Then again, Anatoliy was not a fighter; he was just another fisherman landlocked without a boat of his own or a family of his own.

That was why the greeting, sounding out of no where, made his ears swivel in the sources direction. Then, the Russian turned to face whoever it was calling to him. He eyed the woman - for that was obvious enough to see - upon her horse coming up to him. It reminded him of Anann, who usually had her beloved Rem nearby. Who was this stranger? She posed no threat, not when she seemed smaller than him by more than a head. "Yes?" he called, eyebrow going up. Obviously, it was the eyebrow with the piercing, as the other side still bothered him. "Can I help you?" he asked, words slightly thick with his Russian accent. Hopefully she understood. But, so many did regardless.

Ralla · 09-23-2010, 10:24 PM

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Sorry this is so late XS School and work+stress=no inspiration and stomach flu T-T

The new wolf spoke with a heavy accent that of which Ralla had never heard. But...after hearing the language of AniWaya, it seems a little easier, somehow, she thought with a smile. She approached cautiously, wary of whether or not the wolf would be welcoming during his time of injury. Back home, her brother had always snapped at Ralla when he was hurt, but later apologized...in his own way.

"Sorry... I couldn't help but notice..." she waved her hands around as if to suggest something in general, although she herself didn't know what that 'in general' was other than explaining to him what her sign perception had seen. Sighing, she resigned herself to the fact that most of her meetings did indeed begin with her visions, so why not explain it as the truth? "The butterfly led me here. And rather... I think I can help you" It was a bit presuming to say to a stranger, but Ralla was working on shedding her reserved manner that had been ingrained in her former training. She had no reason to pick a fight with anyone, and they no reason to do the same to her. And so, bluntness--a trait needed to deliver all words of the moon, if not sometimes spoken in riddles--often replaced civility. "My name's Ralla. What's yours?" She smiled, then; kind and warming, it was the face she reserved for someone she knew was hurting. Inexplicably trusting the signs she had seen, she had a feeling the one in front of her needed comfort more than anyone at the moment. Sugar snorted gently at her side, and she pat his nose affectionatly as she drew ever closer. The proximity allowed Ralla to see just how large the wolf was. So tall... I wonder...

"Do me a favor...? Stand very, very still..." When she was sure he was still as stone, she thrust her arms upwards with the fingertips stretched high. Even with her unnaturaly long arms, the hands were the only things that topped the other luperci's head. Gaping, she exclaimed: "Great Moon, you're tall!" as if it were not the most obvious thing in the world. I never imagined that I would find someone as tall in luperci form...ever...

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

Anatoliy Russo · 10-05-2010, 08:40 PM

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I apologize most profusely and stomach flu = ew

Anatoliy stared blankly at the stranger, wondering what on earth she was gibbering about and if she were totally sober if not sane. She was led by a butterfly to come and help him? The last time he had heard of mind altering drugs was when he had passed by Amsterdam and he would hear tales of what went on there. Raising an eyebrow and feeling the stretching pull of the ring, the Russo watched the female approach closer, seeming smaller and smaller in comparison. Her size alone made her no threat, but then again, she came unarmed, without a sign of aggression. He returned her smile, albeit his was smaller and weaker. There was less feeling there. "Anatoliy."

Stiffening, the Russo watched her close the distance, peering up to him from her short height. He could barely hold back a snicker. He had been that tall when he was not even close to being a yearling. "I get zhat a lot. Zhough..," he began, thinking of the one person who did not consider him too tall. Then his throat tightened. Anann was almost his height, but thinking of her only caused the confused thoughts to disgustingly bubble up again.

Ralla · 10-19-2010, 10:37 PM

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Took me long enough to get this up -w-

The stranger, Anatoliy, finally told her his name, and she was pleased to see his dour expression uplift, if not slightly, into a grin at her comment on his height. While she had not done it to garner laughs, it warmed Ralla to see a smile. And then, with his words trailing off, the sad face returned to the giant's muzzle. It made Ralla's own smile shift down, her ears following, as she thought closely on the sign of the butterfly and sky. Meloncholy... She took a leap of faith on her next inquiry: "So, who's the girl? Or guy?" She knew not what the stranger was so upset about, but her sign left little room for an overabundance of interpretation. If she was wrong, she would be surprised. Not many wolves looked so down and troubled as this one did if it were not for the attentions of a sweetheart.

Ralla quirked her head to the side again and stared into Anatoliy's eyes for an answer to the question, and she could see heartbreak. Oblivious as she was to her own emotions, she prided herself on reading others. Uncommonly were the emotions that danced behind a wolf's eyes clouded and unreadable, but it did happen. For Anatoliy... The fires of passion are dim within him now, and he is lost without direction. Would be better if he had been shown the Wayfarer sign more than I had seen it.

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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