[aw] i'll walk a water mile
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Setting Location Form NPCs
Location: Luminescent Lagoon, CdA

Date: 24 Aug* (Backdated)

Weather: Cool, few clouds

Time: Early evening
Optime
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316 Vasiliy is so ignorant of everything going on in CdA right nowww. >_>


Vasiliy is by me!

The granite-furred Russian was blissfully unaware of the unrest within his pack as of late. While not unfriendly, Vasiliy was not so gregarious by nature as to constantly seek companionship. He was perfectly happy roving around the territory, fishing and fixing where he could, and working on his home in his spare time. Perhaps this was why he did not have so many close friends within the pack, and was thus unaware of most of the goings on. He knew there were new puppies, and he knew there was a smell of tension on the air -- a rather thick smell, in fact.

And perhaps it was that very thing which had driven him into his home the last few weeks, occasionally departing to make a fishing trip or hunt something. He avoided company and kept his head down, determined to avoid being sucked into whatever trouble was brewing. He had discovered something which aided immensely with this undertaking. Just a short walk from the town Thornbury, there was a magnificent freshwater lagoon. It was well-hidden amongst the thick tree and surrounding forestry -- the tiny hollow was difficult to spot. It was only by chance Vasiliy had returned late from the ship one day, and saw its faint blue glow.

Since then, the dusky-furred Russian had been spending quite a lot of time around the small lake. He swam, he fished, he explored the little cave. He spent time during the day and at night, usually arriving in mid-afternoon after spending his morning time working on his house. The innards were his concentration these days, as he didn't really want to be seen outside and get drawn into something that was entirely and decidedly not his business. But the late afternoon and evening were his with the lagoon. He leaned back against the trunk of a tree, happily puffing on his smoke.

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Sorreee it took me so long to get to this x.x I fail Also, I don't know what kind of horse Artan is, so just assumed he's some kind of a mixed thoroughbred, roughly average in height. Tall enough to carry 6 foot 3 Honrin without strain or struggle.

His wandering took him far and wide within the territory of Cercatori. Apart from his tending of the animals he had not much to occupy his time. He was not an idle sort and loathed having nothing to do. The completion of the horse corral had freed up a lot of time that he had spent building and measuring over the last few days. At a loss for something to capture his attention he saddled up Artan, his mother's horse. The stallion was a murky chocolate color with a flaxen male and large intelligent brown eyes. Artan was the reason he had made it home from Saul's pack.

The bright stallion pawed at the ground as Honrin approached him, anxious to be off and gone to wherever they were going. Honrin enjoyed spending time with Artan unlike his own vicious stallion. Across the stables Emmett glared at him and bared his teeth, the snowy horse held hatred in his eyes for the stallion Honrin held onto. Artan ignored the challenging scream sent his way and held his head tall, proudly. Frowning, Honrin led Artan outside and mounted him, gripping hold of the reins and with a click of his tongue Artan was trotting gaily into the forests. His own horse was becoming more and more unmanageable and now even refused to let Honrin ride him. He was too wild and untamed to let him remain in this way for much longer, his young siblings that he had never seen came to mind, they would be curious and that curiosity could be deadly if Emmett wasn't broken.

He was unwilling to break and beat down such a masterful animal but the cons far outweighed the pros. It was with a grim face that he rode. The swaying motion of Artan was enough to lull him into his thoughts. Artan hardly needed guiding and he let the horse trot and gallop at his leisure and go where he would, only adjusting the direction occasionally.

The day passed them by slowly and horse and rider enjoyed a content and action free few hours together. Honrin almost managed to forget the violence that had torn his small family apart. He came upon Vasiliy quite unexpectedly and Artan came to a stop next to the lagoon, lowering his head and munching upon the sweet grass. Feeling himself fade down into the coldness Honrin dismounted from his horse, patting the beast on the neck. Vibrant gold eyes swept over the charcoal tinged foreigner and his voice rang out,

"Vasiliy."
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-- I'm a bad poster. ;___; pls smack me.


Vasiliy is by Sunny!

The swirling transparent gray curled around his fingers. Vasiliy cupped it around the burning ember at the end of the cigarette and watched as the smoke curled and escaped through his fingers. Twisting it around again in his grip he pulled at it deeply. His pale eyes studied the sky, a deep blue-black color. There were only a few sparse clouds, thicker and more substantial than the tiny smokestack he made with his cigarette. They were hardly enough to cover the many stars, tiny glowing and distant fires. He remembered Zinoviya's stories -- the human's earnest belief that such stars were distant suns like the giant glowing ball of fire shown during the day. Such theories made no sense whatsoever to Vasiliy, and he dismissed them with little thought. He much preferred the tales with flourish -- dead spirits, the reflections of the gods, or anything of the sort. Dry and scientific answers such as the humans provided, with all their measuring tools and ways of taming the earth, were unpleasantly cold to Vasiliy.

The distant sound of slow hooves drew him from his contemplation, and he pulled at the cigarette once more before stubbing it out. The earth he'd burned there was scrubbed out with a finger, and the tiny butt of paper and tobacco was torn apart and scattered to the wind. He did not know terms such as "biodegradable" but his cigarettes happened to be just that. Standing up slowly and with the care of an old man, Vasiliy turned to greet Honrin with a smile. Hello, my friend, he greeted in enthusiastic Russian, looking toward the pale wolf with a prompting sort of smile.

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