Figures in black, Marching to Reunion

Anatoliy Russo · 01-19-2010, 02:10 AM

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Family Reunions are so touching, aren't they?

Somehow he was back in Halifax, wondering through a city that only caused more pings of homesickness inside of his heart. Anatoliy had come here by the seagoing ship Atlentichiskaya Devetchka, the Atlantic Girl, entirely by accident. Wandering away from Sobrit'sya, the Russian yearling had traveled with his mother to try to find his father and brothers in Europe. Even then, in the not so foreign city of St. Petersburg, the boy meandered away from the side of his dotting mother. Lost in the once terribly magnificent port city, Toliy was forced to find himself a place to sleep. In the morning, he woke to find himself surrounding on all sides by water, with land a small smudge in the distance. Emerging from the storage area of the seafaring vessel, the Russo discovered that the ship was bound for the Americas, to trade in the warmer Caribbean. He also learned that they had gone too far from St. Petersburg to turn back, as their own cargo would be late, and suffer the damages that time did to foodstuffs. The voyage was long and perilous, but Anatoliy knew that there was no going back. This was an excuse to get away from Russia, from his large family. But that meant leaving behind his mother, with no way of letting her know that her last son was alive and well. The guilt was enormous, but the half coyote, half wolf took the chance.

On board the ship he had certainly pulled his weight. His Russo genetics made him strong enough to help maintain the canvas sheets and ropes needed to keep the ship moving at the best speed it could. Anatoliy had scrubbed the deck every few days with the other younger shipmates, working hard for his daily food. He may have been an accidental stow-away, but he would not let them put their noses up at him for it. They sympathized and marveled that he was dedicated to his honor and dignity. The first week of the voyage, the Russian had felt soreness like no other. Not even helping on the family's fishing craft compared to the cross-Atlantic ocean vessel's work needed. Paws blistered, sore, and red were a stinging reminder of the way the male was back home. There he had not yet truly settled on being a deep sea fisherman like the majority of the males, and the one woman. He helped out everywhere; the boats, the kitchens, the studies, the nursery, everywhere. The adults tittered at him, telling the yearling to pick a job and stick to it. But he wanted to be sure, to not hate what he was going to do till the day he got too old to pull in long, heavy nets or stir a large spoon, or take care of things. It was probably why he had ended up traveling with his coyote mother when she offered, eager to see what else the world could offer him. His shipmates were awed by his willingness to do anything they asked of him, though a lot of it he could not do well. Anatoliy was not glum about it; he simply moved on.

He thanked them for dropping him off and letting him take part in their supplies, but they had claimed that he had worked for it and an extra pair of hands was always going to get fed. Those traders had stopped here once they had reached the continent, though they had only dropped him off with the bare necessities. Just some dried meat from their rations, which he gladly took of course. Scavenging in a city was not really his style, as he was not used to it. Raised in a large established family that all provided for one another helped to prevent the need for the boy to go looking for the things he needed. There a few bare necessities he needed to find if he wanted to at least be comfortable in a strange new place with nary a familiar face. He even managed to scavenge out a blanket to use for sleeping, as well as an abandoned apartment with a dusty couch, table, and even a lumpy old mattress still good enough to use. Anatoliy had been there for a scant five days and already felt himself established in the town. The windows of his new home, which he hoped would be temporary, looked out to the sea. He gazed out the window of it the first few days, hoping to see that same ship returning home and hopefully able to pick him up if he managed to catch sight of them in time. After the last day, though, he gave up.

Now he was stuck, alone, in this place. There were no other souls in the area that he had found, but he had gone out of his way to avoid everyone. The language he saw on the peeling, fading billboards told him he would have a rather hard time here. English was not his strong suit, nor was he very confident in even attempting anything in the tongue. Russian was what he knew best and that was what he preferred to use even in a foreign land. The wolves here would probably not know it, though, so Anatoliy was stuck somewhere in the middle. However, avoiding contact with others had helped him, certainly. He was in his lupine form, wandering through the streets of an abandoned human city. His mind flew back across the sea, to his mother, to the Russos living in a fishing town who he loved and cherished. What would become of him here? How would he survive? He knew he would need to find someone, anyone, to help him. A life alone and on the foot was not something he knew how to handle, though had always dreamed of it, ever since his father and siblings had left him with Verusha.

A sound echoed from an empty, derelict street to his left and the Russian skipped a bit before getting into a jog away from the area. He was terribly jumpy here, unaware of what could be around the corner. There was nothing to really be afraid of here. The boy had inherited his wolf family's height, weight, and size. Very little should startle him, but there could be things here in North America that Europe and Russia simply did not have. He did not want to encounter bears, which he knew he could, from what the books the family had owned told him. Bears would kill him. Just a single one could easily. Even if a bear had wandered into a city as large as Halifax, he doubted it would get far without the customary sounds echoing for half a mile to the wolf's ears.

Anatoliy gave a sigh, putting his back to a wall as his body shifted into something far more flexible and mobile than the one he was born in. His dark brown main was short, spiky, still, though his bangs were longer, coming down to the corners of his eyes in small portions. Amber eyes opening, for they had been shut before, rose to stare at the sky peaking out between buildings, shining in the remaining glass windows in the rises. Somewhere he would find someone, who could understand him, or at least help teach him to improve his English in leaps and bounds. Of course, that would only be when he was tired of living in solitude, hiding from everyone, and missing his home like no other.

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Rurik Russo · 01-26-2010, 08:26 AM

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The silver-furred werewolf carried on merrily through the city, his tail flicking and his nails clicking against the pavement. He was in a rather good mood today for no other reason than that it was a pretty day. Rurik was a big fan of the cold weather; it hardly bothered his thick coat, and his winter fur was rather impressive. It was clear he was built for cold weather—his ears were very small and pointed, quite obviously made for the chillier months. Liliya was very much the same, and she was not bothered by the cold weather, though it was clear from the look on her face that she did not enjoy the snow nearly as much as her father. There was a decent coating of it, with larger drifts tucked into corners. The prior night had brought a rather disappointing amount of the stuff to earth, and Rurik had been hoping for blizzards.

The pair of wolves had been out hunting, and they had been successful. A rather large deer was draped between the two of them, with Rurik clearly picking up most of the weight. Liliya was quickly opening up in this new world; she spent much of her time away from home, cavorting about in the wilderness and doing what typical adolescents did. Rurik tried not to reign her in too much; she was as free-spirited as he was when he was younger, but he did worry. Liliya was his only daughter, and if anything happened to her... Rurik just didn't know what he would do. He'd learned to value his children, and he was rather glad that he'd had them in the end anyway. It was not as if Silas, Anatoliy, and Lily could make up for what had happened to Zaets, Zorish, and Vladimir... but he had at least done right by his younger kids, which was better than being a failure twice.

"Lily, Lily. You did good today," the werewolf said, brightly complimenting his daughter on the excellent job she'd done hunting. Since they'd arrived on this coast Rurik had tried to instill a sense of how things worked on this coast; his kids didn't need to cross any pack borders on their own or end up starving to death because they weren't used to hunting. It was not as if hunting was a dead art in Sobirat'sya, but it was also not as if Rurik had taken them out on extensive hunting trips there, either. He was glad to see his daughter prospering, and he was gladder still to see that she had adjusted well to this land, though she certainly didn't always evince happiness about it all the time.

"Thank you, father. I miss Silas," she said, complaining rather suddenly; the tawny-furred girl was rather close with her brothers, and she'd missed Anatoliy quite a bit after they'd left, as well. This had caused her to grow closer with Silas, though, and that was never a bad thing, though her other brother was never far from her mind. She often wondered about him and her mother; how exactly were they getting along back in Sobirat'sya, anyway? It was upsetting there were not better lines of communication between this continent and their homeland; Liliy would have loved to hear something from her mother or brother. "Do you think we can visit him soon?" the girl asked, excited. She'd heard quite a bit about Inferni and her father's friend Gabriel, and she was excited to meet some coyotes—she'd only ever known her mother, Verusha, and she was quite eager to get to see how the other half lived.

Rurik was very proud of his daughter's English; she'd been absolutely obstinate when it came to that language when they'd first arrived, but she'd taken to it beautifully, perhaps in part for her penchant to wander away from home all day, doing god knows what with the neighboring packs. "I think so," he said, contemplating the visit himself. "Could swing by, I suppose," he said. He knew she meant later, anyway—at the moment they had to take care of this damn deer. She was heavy, though it certainly helped to have Lily helping to carry her. They'd have a nice dinner tonight, and plenty of leftovers for the morning. The Russian werewolf thought he smelled something vaguely odd, and he stopped in his tracks, narrowing his brilliant blue eyes at a distant figure.

"ANATOLIY?" Lily shouted, clearly having noticed the figure as well—they were a ways apart but there was no mistaking that scent; Liliya immediately dropped her half of the deer, nearly taking her father down with it, and bounded toward her brother, arms thrown wide to tackle him into a bear hug.

Anatoliy Russo · 01-28-2010, 01:17 AM

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I apologize to any incorrect assumptions about Sobirat'sya life and about Liliya's physical appearence ^^;. Hover over Russian to get transmalation.

What was this place like when the humans roamed the streets in their monstrous polluting machines? What was it like with people strolling down the streets with bags in hands, children linking fingers with parents, and lovers arm in arm? What was it like? With everyone walking by each other, knowing no one since there was but a mass of nameless faces in the crowd? Where was the family cohesiveness in that? Maybe Anatoliy was being biased, but he loved the way that Sobirat'sya was organized and how families could know each other, even those outside of the genetic line. Maybe it was just him and his preconceptions, but these humans had probably been in the wrong when they decided to shrink their family units down from their large sizes down to parents and children. Even then the kids would be gone to school after a certain age and out of the house to create more small, isolated family groups. That was how so many branches of a family could exist everywhere. No wonder so many of them were estranged from relatives! How could one see a third cousin if they were not known to exist? Anatoliy placed such a heavy emphasis on family and staying together, but maybe it was the whole wolf blood in him talking. If he had been a loner at some point, prior to now of course, his instincts would direct him toward a pack. But such an act would have been only if the Russo's mother was not the key reason he was not exploring outside of his Russian village or wherever Verusha had been.

Those exploratory instincts were taking over now, even as he was leaning with his back against an abandoned building. Cocking a head, eyes lazily half shut, the earthen toned hybrid stared at the glass of the building opposite him, broken and unbroken panes alike. There was a store front right in front of him, but he did not know what it was called nor what it sold from looking at the sign hanging over the larger viewing windows. But the contents gave away the purpose of the shop; hardware and painting supplies. But it all seemed too dusty to bother looking in, lest the yearling trip over something with his size and crash into a shelving unit of some sorts and have heavy objects pin him down. Besides, the outside was so pretty, so familiar; cloudy with that up coming snow smell on the wind. Anatoliy gave a deep sniff of the air, catching something that was not weather related. His ears perked up at the smell, nostrils flaring as he tried to figure out where it was coming from. Amber eyes shifted this way and that, trying, hoping he was not delusional enough to start smelling that which was not there. The Russo took a few unsure steps forward, hand slipping away from the support of the wall, standing in the middle of the street. The pavement was cracked beneath his feet, but he did not notice it at all. The scent on the wind was far more pressing, far more urgent. Anatoliy needed to know why this familiar smell was here of all places. There was no reason for them to be here, wherever here was. It could not be them. It simply could not!

Could it?

That was when he heard his name called by a voice that was known to him, despite the change age had given the tone and pitch. Everything was a dead give away, but that did not mean that the young man was not surprised by what it was he heard. The look of surprise on Anatoliy's face as he turned, slowly, toward the sound of the young lady calling for him, was nothing short of pure and starstruck. The girl fell into his suddenly open arms. Standing like that, with his shorter sister wrapping her arms around his chest, clinging to him. Anatoliy was choked up, unable to let out a cohesive sound from his voice box. All that managed to escape his lips were guttural sounds that were mere shadows of true words. His toned arms wrapped around Liliya, wondering how this were possible. He squeezed her gently before lifting her off her feet to sway her to the left and right before plopping her back down before him again. The Russo pulled his full blood sibling before him at an arms length, both hands firm on her shoulders.
"Liliya! Eta ti? Ne moshat beit!" The tall hybrid almost felt like crying if he knew he had to be masculine enough to keep a firm hand on his tear ducts. But he truly felt like it. How long had it been since he had last seen his sisters and brothers. And his father? "Gde papa? Kooda ohn delsya? Ohn staboyu?" Anatoliy's tone was urgent and eager as he raised his amber eyes to somewhere behind Liliya.

Smiling, one of the first times since he had arrived in this cursed place, the hybrid picked up his sister and threw her over his shoulder with a laugh. "Neboysa, ya ne oranyu tebya." The girl was certainly lighter than he imagined, but that could have been because of all the work aboard the trader vessel. The hybrid Russo managed to carry her with ease, or almost (what girl will not kick even a little at being handled like this?). He strolled down the road, heart racing as he approached the figure he had not seen for half his life. Anatoliy ignored the complaints of his sister at being handled this way, only chuckling a bit at her. But when he stood not far from his father, he stopped. Those feet of his would not move further. There was a kind of devotion to this man who sired him in the half coyote, half wolf man. And how sorely had he missed his father and siblings. Two were missing though and he did not question that. "Papa," he said softly, throat tensing up and making it hard for him to launch into a torrent of phrases for his father's ears.

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Rurik Russo · 01-29-2010, 12:45 AM

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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.

Anatoliy Russo · 01-29-2010, 09:06 PM

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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.

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Rurik Russo · 02-11-2010, 08:55 AM

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Just one eensy thing—Liza died when they were all togther! D: Anatoliy would know this. ^^; I will write this post as if he did not ask about her, and you can always edit later. ♥

The happiness of being back with more family was not lost on either Liliya or Rurik; both of them were utterly swept with the revelation of Anatoliy. The elder of the pair wondered just how long he'd wandered these territories, and the younger of the pair was just damn glad to have him back. The tawny-furred girl was practically prancing now that she'd been set back down, a vibrancy emanating from her that had been lacking in the weeks since Silas had departed. She missed her brother solely—not that she did not appreciate Rurik's company, but it was still going to be so nice with someone her own age around. Even as he swept her up in his arms, she writhed with excitement again. “Брат, Вы останетесь с нами, не так ли?” she exclaimed, finding it unthinkable that Anatoliy would even engage in coquetry with the idea of staying somewhere else.

The silver-furred male shook his head and laughed at the younger canine's tale. “Всегда дремля, Anatoliy!” he said, chastising his son playfully. “Четыре месяца. Я искал ваших старших братьев, но кажется, что они шли дальше.” His voice was somewhat more somber here; he had expected to find the old lands whole and intact, and with their burning it would seem that he was even worse off in his chances of finding them. “Силас двигался в Inferni. Они - клан американских волков - я думаю, что он хотел видеть то, на что это походит,” the Russian wolf said. “Мы должны для посещения,” he grumbled. They would need to see Silas again soon—Rurik didn't want to drift too far apart from his son, even if he did believe that his children should be allowed to explore the world. That was one point that Verusha and Rurik seemed to agree on.

Anatoliy Russo · 02-13-2010, 09:20 PM

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oh you told me they died on the boat, and I assumed it was the boat that was the one that Anatoliy wasn't on. I can't change it, since it was a SoSu post 8D;;

Grinning broadly at his sister, the Russo nodded, though he did add rather sheepishly, "как длиной я могу, сестра." After all, life was a big pile of chance encounters, occasions, and happenings. "Кто знает что может случиться?" The Russian male did not plan to leave his two long lost family members in a hurry. Quite a lot would drag him away from them, or if they chose to go somewhere he did not want to. Or if he felt that the novelty of having his family wore away a bit. But no matter what, he would love them and visit them should they go their separate ways. However, if they did, they would most certainly be in the same territory. Anatoliy was not about to abandoned the rest of his family, even as accidental as his first was.

The hybrid shook his head at his father, a light guilty look on his face. How did the man know so well, even after being gone for so long? "как вы угадали?" He rubbed at his head, carefully ignoring the length of tied off hair that went down his back a few inches to reach for his shoulder blades. A sobering look crossed the Russian's face as his father mentioned his older brothers. "Возможно что они не желают быть найденным," he offered, knowing it must upset his father that his first children did not go out of their way to find him.

Anatoliy shook his head, glad that at Silas was here too. The man was his older brother and family had to stick together. At least Silas did not leave completely. Shrugging, the yearling suggested, "после этого мы должны пойти к ему. специальный случай и вс то." Of course it was a grand occasion! The family was being reunited [well sans their mother of course]! "как вы? Как это место?"

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Rurik Russo · 03-04-2010, 08:20 AM

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I am full of FAIL and SUCK and I'm sorry. :[

It was not as if Liliya despised the presence of her father. On the contrary, she enjoyed his presence and found his didactic lessons where survival was concerned most fulfilling and appealing. She had enjoyed growing up in Sobirat'sya, naturally, and when she had first come to these lands she did not understand their language, she did not enjoy their way of life, and she found no joy in the human ruins, so far from the nice, restored buildings she had known in her youth. Now, of course, things had changed—she had picked up quite a bit of English and she was enjoying her time here, but she still missed her brothers. Silas moving to Inferni had given her a spark of jealousy, and she was less content to sit and spend all her time with Dad. Now, though, with Anatoliy back, she would be placated for a little longer—after all, she was still a young girl.

“Пока Вы не заснули и закончились во Франции, это хорошо” Liliy said, grinning over at Rurik as she said this, picking up on his joking. The elder of the pair shrugged his shoulders at Anatoliy's comment, a faintly sad frown across his face. He said nothing for a moment and appeared contemplative; he wished not to appear as if he did not appreciate his younger son's presence. “По крайней мере Вы приехали&rdquo, he finally said. “Возможно так—но устали Вы? Возможно мы должны поесть сначала,” he responded, gesturing to the deer. Of course, Rurik had no way of knowing Silas was likely to show up later in the day—perhaps just in time for dinner—but he fully intended on setting out for Inferni if Toliy felt up to it.

The silver-furred werewolf smiled at the question and rolled his shoulders in a merry shrug, picking up the slack and shuffling toward home. He was certain Toliy was hungry and Liliy had been complaining the way here, so he figured they could get settled in quickly. “Хороший, хороший. Это была забава в этом новом месте. Непосредственно?”

Anatoliy Russo · 03-14-2010, 10:00 PM

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Lol long winded thread is long winded D:

Anatoliy pulled a face. France was not one of those places that he wanted to end up. It was one of those European places that was simply crawling with the artistic, extreme liberals and all the manner of eclectic ilk. Paris, no doubt, being swarmed with the canines of the Parisians that were blessed with the virus, taking over where their owners had stopped. It was a daunting place to go and Anatoliy avoided big places; he was a rustic boy, loving smaller, close-knit places. He could live in a city just fine, but in a small town he would thrived. There was more to do in a small area, but in a city there was only supporting himself, not everyone else. Cities were fun, exciting, but the adreneline ended up winding down soon after. Anatoliy loved to learn about the places he visited; he was a born tourists to be honest.

Noting the look on his father's face, the Russo apologized,"Я обижал вас, папа. простите мне." Anatoliy was sure his other siblings were entirely alright and that they were doing well without their father to help them out. "Но я уверен они отлично где они в настоящее время." The mention of food reminded him of the growing ache for a good meal, and the beast his newly rediscovered family carried seemed terribly desirable. It looked like a very tasty creature and with a good cooking it would be prime. Then, father and sister carrying the meal, Anatoliy rushed to his sister's side, taking her load on his own shoulders. It was not too heavy and he was sure Liliya would appreciate not having to carry the thing. "Как вы знаете меня, папа. Отключение здесь построило вверх по моим мышцам и каждое действие делает меня голодным," answered the Russo, giving a reply to both of the older man's statements.

The walk toward what Anatoliy believed to be his family's home was not long, or maybe his elation was enough to make it seem like that. The light chattering that the yearling had been trading his sister halted abruptly when they faced the hotel. It was obvious this was home and all he could do was look at it. So they had stayed here? Когда вы думаете мы увидите Silas?

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Though he had been with Inferni for about a month now, Silas still often went to Halifax to be with his family. He was surprised that Rurik had not scolded him too harshly for running off and finding himself tangled up in the affairs of the clan, especially since Silas seemed to be enjoying himself there. Though of course, the sight of a particular beauty helped persuade the Russian to stay amongst the clan’s borders. But for now, the Agata was feeling slightly homesick and knew that a visit to his family was just what he needed. Though he had relocated the Russian flag from his room in the motel to his new room in the D’Neville mansion, the Halifax motel still felt sincerely like home. It was a comfort any time he traipsed into him and Lily’s little haven.

Upon arriving at the motel, Silas discovered that neither his sister nor father were actually at home. It didn’t surprise him though, since the family was often out and about exploring the city. After all, Halifax held a lot to explore, and the family was always discovering new things in the various dilapidated buildings that dotted the Halifax skyline. He closed the door behind him, instantly collapsing onto the motel bed that had once been his own. It felt amazing just to relax for a moment, and Silas let his dark lids close around the icy blue gaze he had inherited from his father.

His thoughts drifted for a moment, and the boy’s maw hardened into a frown. The wolf came to mind again and he could easily picture his bloodstained hands after the deed had been done. Of course, it had been necessary, the sacrifice of life, but that didn’t mean it still play upon the boy’s dreams at night. He was a fairly strong soul, but murder has never occurred in the child’s life before then, especially not by his own hands. But it was a dog eat dog world, and had Silas not acted, it would have been his blood staining the paws of another.

His eyes shot open at the sounds of approaching footfall. Though he could not make out the words, Silas could tell that the hazy discord was in Russian, signaling the return of his family. He eagerly got to his feet, the black fabric of his vest flapping gently against his chest. "Добро пожаловать домой, семья!" He called, going quickly to the door of his motel room, and swinging it open to step out into the light of the dying day.

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Hurt him? Oh, no—the silver-furred Russian shook his head firmly at the thought. “Нет, конечно, нет.” It was the truth, though—maybe Anatoliy's elder siblings simply did not want anything to do with their father, and they would remain as far away from this place and their father as possible. Rurik would not have been surprised—he deserved no less. For all the good he had enjoyed in his life, he had inflicted a terrible hurt on four souls: Kiska had been abandoned, his three sons had been rejected. He did not deserve all of the joy and happiness he was privileged to in life. “Я рад, что вы здесь, и все.” He punctuated the statement with a smile.

“Это мальчик! Всегда с аппетитом,” the man said approvingly. The question brought a shrug from his coal-dusted shoulders. “Надеюсь, в ближайшее время. он падает иногда.” Rurik wondered how it was going in Inferni these days; it had been some time since he had even seen Gabriel. The silver-furred man trusted in his old friend to take care of his son. Perhaps that was somewhat misplaced, but Rurik was a trusting person in general, and he valued all of his friendships. With the deer draped over his shoulder, the silver-furred man plodded toward the hotel complex, his ears cocked back to hear Liliy eagerly chattering to Anatoliy about his journey, rapid-firing questions about the boat ride and how he'd managed to get away, how their mother was.

The last thing Rurik expected as he rounded the bend was to see Silas's smiling face standing there, ready and waiting—what luck! “SILAS?” Liliy yowled from somewhere behind him, skipping forward and practically dragging Anatoliy along behind her. She was too excited to be reuinted with both her brothers, and it showed—everywhere she was wild and writhing with energy, her tail wagging and slapping at the air with almost unnatural speed. “Таким образом, вся семья находится здесь!” Rurik exclaimed, plunking the deer's carcass down on one of the long tables they'd yanked up. It was rotting near the end but in otherwise good condition, and it worked well for their purposes. “Как Inferni, Silas?” the Russian male asked, genuinely curious about the coyote clan's well-being and how his son was fitting in there.

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Anatoliy answered his sister as best as he could, considering she was going at about a hundred miles an hour with her questions. Every now and then he would laugh at her speed and tell her to slow down a little bit. He told her how the trip had been, how he had to join the crew when he woke up and ended up building up a body that would have rivaled the family fisherman back home. He told her how Verusha was doing back home, though he omitted how worried she probably was when her last son never came back to her. While Anatoliy told Liliya this, he shifted his golden eyes on his father, wondering what he still thought of his mother. That was probably why questions about their mother were not extended to Rurik for answering.

Suddenly the three of them halted, and the youngest male Russo tried to look around his father to see why. Eyes widened as he saw someone he had not seen for as long as the other two. What was Silas suddenly doing here? Now, this was just plain ridiculous. It was almost too much to handle in a single day. Finding his father and sister AND his older brother? Really, it was such a cruel joke that they all appeared on the same day. Anatoliy was glad to be young, for otherwise he would have easily had an attack of some sort over the suddenness of it all. Liliya did not give him time to gape, dragging him from under the carcass, though he and his father managed to get it on the table before it collapsed on the floor.

"Silas," said the brown toned male, eying his brother. Anatoliy wondered how he was supposed to greet his brother now that they were really adults, young as they were. Вы имеете очень большое время, брат." A light smile appeared on his face, replacing the easy, excited one from before. Liliya still clung onto his arm a little bit, so the Russo stuck his free hand out toward his brother, wondering if he would shake it in return like a man, or give him a hug like a brother.

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It didn’t take long until the preceding footfall was accompanied by familiar faces. Silas leaned into the doorframe, eagerly awaiting the arrival of both father and sister. What he had not expected, however, was the company of a third person. Beneath the fringe of black hair, the youth peered out with bright eyes at their guest. Had Lily found someone to direct her affection towards? After all, she was clinging to the poor boy’s arm and dragging him along. But after a moment, Silas realized his eyes were not deceiving him and the third was no boy toy of his sister’s. "Anatoliy!" His brother had found them by the gods’ good graces.

Though a hand was offered, Silas pulled his brother into an embrace. They had grown into adulthood since they had left from Russia on their ship, but that didn’t mean that he would treat his brother much differently. It had been a long time since he had seen him, and it was good to know they would have another soul around to spice up their lives. Already, Silas was picturing the mischief the two of them could work themselves into. "Это кажется так, да?" He responded, then turning to Liliya and scooping her into an embrace as well. "Это прекрасно, видеть вас снова тоже Лили." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, releasing her from his grip before turning to his father. He had expected a visit, but a reunion (with food!) was more than he could have asked for. "Хорошо, хорошо," he informed Rurik. "Хотя мы находимся в состоянии войны с волками Далия-де-маи. Мои визиты могут быть менее частые" Any member of Inferni was targeted, inside or outside the clan’s borders.

"Ты принес праздник, а?" Motioning towards the carcass, Silas grinned with pleasure. It would be nice to catch up and welcome his brother to the foreign Nova Scotia over some food. Somehow he felt reminded of home, even though the atmosphere was so much different. He had his family tonight, and that was all that really mattered to Silas at the moment.

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The silver-furred werewolf exhaled a sigh of relief over the corpse of the deer, wiping over his brow with a big paw. That could wait, he knew—instead, the man remained focused on Silas, excited to see him—though of course they visited, Rurik would always miss his children while they were away. Maybe he was a little too attached to them thanks to his poor relationship with his elder children. In any case, he was certain they didn't mind—better a loving, doting father than a distant or even non-existant one. He watched as Silas and Anatoliy and then Silas and Liliy hugged, his brilliant eyes beaming. “Так рада, что мы снова вместе,” he mumbled, still grinning—he could hardly even express how happy this made him, but of course, his canine tail did the talking for him, wagging hard at his backside.

“Война?” Liliy asked, her own sky-colored eyes widening. “Вы боретесь на самом деле, Silas?” the girl asked, sounding a little too excited for her own good. Rurik gave her an odd look, and then turned his gaze back to Silas, looking concerned. “Пожалуйста, будьте осторожны, Silas. Не получить себе больно. Я только что получил один из моих сыновей обратно, мне не нужно терять еще.” he said, concern sounding in his voice. During the last statement he looked pointedly at Anatoliy, grinning again to show just how happy this had made him, even with the dark news from his brother. Silas was far too old for Rurik to command him to come home, but the thought of his boy fighting a war... well, he just hoped Gabriel would take good care of Silas. “Встречались ли вы с Gabriel?” he asked, even as he almost obediently turned to the deer carcass at his son's request. Hungry children needed feeding, and even though his kids were adults, Rurik's paternal instinct where they were concerned was strong. “Сидеть мальчиков. Мы будем заботиться о вас,” Liliy chirped, turning toward the grill pit. Though she worked at getting the fire started, her ears were still pointed toward Silas, obviously interested in what he had to say about the war.

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Relief etched itself into the yearling's face as his brother pulled him close. Anatoliy returned Silas' hug with a strong grip, almost as though he were trying to crush the guy. But he was laughing as he did it, before pulling apart, smiling broadly at his brother. Silas certainly looked good; he, and Anatoliy too, had grown up from his memories of the boys they had once been playing under Mother and Father's supervision. Once upon a time. But now they were a happy picture, the kind of painting that the Russo never thought he would have been able to see through again. He had hoped, of course, but he doubted that this kind of combination would ever be. The three siblings together! If only their other sister could have lived to see her first year.

As his brother explained himself to their father, the newly arrived Russo felt a frown tug on his lips. War? Surely there was no real reason to be fighting here. Surely it could have been fixed easily with some words. But, then again, what did he know of fighting and war? He was no tactician, though his relatives had made him listen to their stories of past victories, when they had been packs ages ago. But those lessons did not stick. Maybe he had just been alone and bored enough not to listen. "Война? Не скажите мне вы верит тому придурковатому вздору превосходства вида," he said, misunderstanding and not understanding enough about the situation. Anatoliy did not know Dahlia-de-Mai, nor did he understand what provoked war. Sighing, the big Russian patted his hand on Silas's shoulder. "Быть осторожным."

The war had nothing to do with him and he knew nothing about it. Anatoliy crouched beside his sister to help her coax some flames into existence. Though, like Liliya, he watched the sibling out of the corner of his eye. The thought of the fire and cooking the tempting carcass was only a mild distraction for him, since he had eaten recently enough for his hunger pangs to be ignorable, if for only a short time more. Anatoliy let a mildly uneasy look flicker onto his face, but despite his new worries, he smiled at his sister. "Моя сестра находила щеголь?" he asked, teasing her lightly. "И мой брат находил подружка?" It was just a topic change, for fun. For the good old times.

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It was nice to be reunited once again. The hug from Anatoliy sent Silas on the right track, and he knew that tonight was going to be a wonderful night. For a while, he would be able to let the real terror of the war slip away from him. But, not until he first shed some light upon the topic. His gaze traveled first to Lily, offering a gentle smile, though it was obvious it was forced. "Да, борьба на самом деле," he told her. Though the thought of war had gotten the boy’s adrenaline pumping at first, he didn’t want to admit what he had come to see because of the bloodshed. He didn’t want to admit that he was a murderer.

His next words were directed towards Anatoliy, and Silas shook his head as he responded. "Конечно, нет. Но их лидер напал на одного из наших собственных. И мой род, как продолжение моей семьи. Я буду их защищать так же, как я тебя защищать," he told him, clapping him on the back affectionately. "И не беспокойтесь, я буду осторожен. Я пытался избежать фронта как можно больше путем клана все запасы, что они нуждаются." His transfer to behind the scenes of the war had much to do with his coping for his actions. The clan and the war had changed the youth into a more dynamic being, and Silas had to get used to the fact that his innocence in youth had begun to fade away.

"У меня не было случая поговорить с Габриэль еще нет. Хотя, конечно, он мой Aquila, так что я видел и знаю о нем. Вы говорили с ним в последнее время?" Silas was aware that Rurik and Gabriel had some sort of relationship, which is why Rurik hadn’t been so opposed to the fact that Silas had decided to join Inferni. The terms of the friendship between father and leader, however, Silas wasn’t completely sure.

Silas sat himself down at the table and watched as both siblings situated themselves around the fire. Lily was already at work getting the flames going, and Silas’ gaze traveled to Rurik. He tried to read his expression – to find some uneasiness by word of the war, but Anatoliy had changed the topic, and Rurik’s face only divulged his happiness that his family was together again.

Instantly, his gaze was on Liliya, both ears turning to catch any sounds uttered under her breath. He too was curious, since after all, he had thought that Anatoliy had been some boy toy of her’s. Then, his brother turned the same question on Silas, and he couldn’t help but grin. "Пока еще нет, Тол. Но вы знаете, был занят войной и все." For now, he wouldn’t admit that his stomach turned with anxiety every time he saw the ruby eyed princess of Inferni. "А как насчет вас? Вы не оставить бедную девушку в России интересно, где ее любви пошла, не так ли?"

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The silver-furred wolf was so proud of his little family—he wondered how he could have ever abandoned the chance for something like this with Kiska. It was true, Rurik did not love Verusha. They were never meant to be—they were friendly purely because of their children, and the cloud-colored werewolf wondered if maybe she was happier with Rurik gone. He had no doubt she loved their children, of course, but she had never been close with Rurik himself. Maybe she was happier all by her lonesome—Rurik wasn't sure, and though he thought of her sometimes, Verusha did not occupy much of his thoughts.

He was quiet as Anatoliy spoke of the superiority race between the species. Rurik hadn't grown up around coyotes, he didn't know anything about them before coming here, and he could care less about any supposed differences between their two species—to him, coyotes were just their smaller cousins. There was nothing inherently wrong with either species, and his hybrid children could attest to that. It hadn't given him pause when he noticed Verusha was a coyote. Rurik's standards hardly discriminated by species. Still, he looked approvingly in Toliy's direction as he spoke, thankful his son had no qualms about blurring the line between the two species. The talk of war was disturbing, true, but he trusted that Gabriel would protect his son as he would any other member of his Inferni clan. “Нет, я ожидать, он был занят с войной.” The werewolf's bright blue eyes were concerned, but he added rather lightly: “Только не делать мне, чтобы попросить его принять дополнительные заботиться о вас, да?”

Liliya wrinkled her nose and firmly shook her head at Anatoliy's question. “Гросс, нет. Есть нет милый них тут в любом случае.” After a pause, she looked at both her brothers slyly, and added: “Особенно не сейчас!” As she fiddled with the grill, her ears turned back to listen to Silas speak of war and someone named Gabriel, finding the subject still interesting, of course. Turning to the deer, Liliy shouldered Rurik out of the way and set to cutting it up herself, wanting her father to take some time with his sons. She could handle this—Rurik lacked a natural talent for cooking, but it seemed the talent that had manifested in their uncle Thorn had also taken root in her.

Within a few moments there were several large slabs of meat roasting over the fire, already peppered with a few choice spices by Liliy. She remained where she was by the fire, prodding at the meat every few moments with a rather large, crudely-made fork. Dinner would be ready shortly.

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Verusha never did mention the father of her children, though the boy had seen the way the woman had looked at him, with loving affection, that he had never bothered to question why Rurik was rarely a topic to spill from her lips. Besides, this topic was much more disturbing and more pressing. Anatoliy kept shaking his head lightly at the comments about the war. Even though knew nothing about it, he still could tell that was affecting more than a few involved beasts. But at least Silas was avoiding fighting all that much. That was a bit of a load off of his mind, which was greatly appreciated, since he was suddenly concerned for all that he had left behind. The Russo could breath easy about his family here, since he was going to stick to his father and sister like a leech.

Snickering at her sister's glance at her brothers, the tall Russo felt himself puff up a bit with pride. "Отец слишком рестриктивн? Он не будет препятствовать вам сыграть с мальчиками?" He laughed at his sister, wondering what she was waiting for. There had to be some pretty boys for her to run after, that would appeal to her. "Или они слишком коротки для вашего вкуса?" That height ran in the family, so that was probably what she was looking for. Or maybe she did not care for the boys here. Hah. Anatoliy longed to lean over and pick up a piece of meat, just to annoy his sister. But the meat look good, so the brunette let it cook under Liliya's supervision.

"Отговорки, брат, отговорки," he retorted, waggling a finger in Silas' direction. But the accusation against him garnished a pained look in his face. Anatoliy clutched at his chest with a hand, eyes shooting skyward. "Я вышел самая дорогая женщина в мире в Россия, pining для моей привязанности." Anatoliy did not have a flare for the dramatics but he could play as sarcastically as his siblings if the occasion demanded. "Ее имя мама." Speaking of things demanding his attention, Anatoliy felt his body shudder slightly, stomach rumbling. Placing a hand lightly over it, he turned to Liliya. "Скоро, самая дорогая сестра?" he asked, hoping to get first choice by buttering up the girl.

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The smell that was rising into the air was tantalizing, and Silas couldn’t wait for his sister to have their dinner cooked and ready for them. It had been awhile since he had eaten with his family and this well. In Inferni, if the clan was not eating a meal together, the boy often went sparse on the meals. He wasn’t much of a cook like the guy he had met, Cassius, who had cooked them both meat in D’Neville’s mansion. Silas did, however, return to his roots in Russia slightly be fishing every once in awhile. The taste of fish behind his teeth brought back memories of the Russo complex, much as being united with his family here in Halifax had. The young Agata smiled lovingly onto his gathered family, listening contently as Anatoliy hassled their sister about boys.

"Oh, there are plenty of boys, Tol. Liliya just scares them all off," he waved a hand as if to shoo away any potential suitors. When his sister threw a look in his direction, Silas winked playfully at her. He wasn’t really sure who Liliya had and hadn’t talked to around here, but he did hope that she might find someone to place her affections on. That way there would be someone else out there keeping an eye on her and keeping her safe. Really, a beau for Liliya would be nothing but a win-win, though whether or not Liliya was willing to give up her independence for love, Silas didn’t know. Then again, all this was just speculation. There was no real boy in sight. Perhaps, that should have made Silas happy instead. It meant no boys would be around to break Lily’s heart… no boy for Silas to teach a lesson to.

The bright blue gaze diverted to Anatoliy, and Silas couldn’t help but chuckle at him. "Oh sorry, Tol. No excuses next time, I promise," dragging a finger across his heart sealing the deal. For a second Silas’ interested was piqued to hear about this mystery woman, but it proved that only Anatoliy’s sarcasm was coming to play. Though Silas genuinely chuckled at this, he did feel a pang of sadness in his heart. Their mother would be alone in Russia now and the boy really did miss her. He only hoped she was getting along on her own just fine.

"Suck up," Silas offered with a sly grin, though eagerly peering at the fire to see the progress on their dinner. It looked as if it soon would be done, and the smell of both the meat and spices together was enough to get the boy’s mouth watering. "Smells delicious you guys." He patted the table for his brother to join him. "Hey Tol, why don’t you tell us some about your trip? We’ve got some catching up to do." There were a lot of things he wanted to tell his brother, but many of it he’d wait until they were alone to talk about. Until then, stories of his brother's journey across the Atlantic would be more than enough to entertain Silas.

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Liliya

Liliya prodded at the chunks of meat, stewing over what her brothers were saying. She shot a perterbed glance at Toliy and Silas and made a face. “Tolichka,” she whispered over at him, grinning as soon as she said it. That was one of those names that always seemed to stick, and Toliy might never get away from it! Not as long as Liliy was around, anyway. “I just haven't met anybody is all,” the chestnut-furred hybrid said defensively, flipping over a hunk of meat angrily. Truth be told, she hadn't met anybody and it was downright irritating. She had been around by herself, but most everybody was just dreadful conversation—maybe made worse by her broken English. Even so, almost everyone seemed to understand her! They just weren't that interested in talking to her. At her brother's comment, she turned around again, jaw dropped agape. Tolichka had a girlfriend?! At his next words, her ears drooped, and she whined softly, suddenly feeling guilty over their mother. Verusha, all by herself! “How is momma?” she asked, giving the largest piece of meat one final prod before pulling it off of the grill, taking one of the large plates they had waiting off to the side, throwing it on and placing it between her brothers. “Wonder who gets dinner,” she said slyly, darShe did the same for Rurik and herself, but they were served separately. Only then did she grab the last piece of meat and put it down for the losing brother, grinning at her little fun.

Rurik

Rurik smiled at Toliy's comment, shaking his head. “You're all old enough for boyfriends and girlfriends,” he said, not bothering to specify. His elder family wasn't usually given to discussing relationships like this, but he was glad his children were more cmfortable with it. “Just don't make me have to go kicking anybody's ass, understand?” he said, lifting a brow as he peeered at his children, one after another, a smile placed onto his grizzled muzzle. He was quiet during the talk of Verusha, but as Liliy threw down the one chunk of meat between the boys he again smiled, deciding to stand up and fetch one of the bottles of vodka he had on stash. His kids were only enough. Liliy had developed into a lovely young woman, muliebrity evident in her every movement. Silas and Anatoliy were both strong and healthy boys—they were handsome men. All three would make lovely prizes for someone someday. He clutched the bottle of liquor and headed back out of the room, still contemplating still. It was also aspecial occasion—Silas was visiting, and Anatoliy had arrived! The werewolf returned to the table and plunked the bottle down, settling back down in front of the plate of food Liliy had set for him. Picking up a bone almost delicately between two fingers, he gnawed all of the tender meat from it and pointed at the bottle with the white bone. “Don't make me regret that,” he warned.

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