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- Thorn Russo - 09-06-2012 [html] Set before the hurricane. Thorn had been traveling every day now it seemed and he doubted it would stop anytime soon. With preparations for the brewery getting more and more complicated as time went on the white Russian felt himself poured into his project. There was still equipment to be scavenged and soon he'd be meeting with at least one of the leaders to discuss the big picture. The sun had been up for a few hours and already the elder Russo was sat outside the brewery on the step making notes and running a paw through his carefully slicked back salt and pepper locks. Deep in concentration Thorn didn't even have his fedora on his head, it sat needing repairs next to him while he finished scribbling down a note in Russian. Setting down the pencil piece on the brim of his hat and folding the note, he placed it in the large hip pocket on his kilt (which now bulged with scraps of paper from the past week). Only the notes Ink had helped him with sat in a different pocket and he smiled at the memory. His older body had been protesting all the walking and it was his paining knee and hip that kept him home today. It felt good though, it felt amazing to have a project aside from his cooking that gave him a reason to get up in the morning and not waste the day away with smoking and reminiscing. He missed his birthplace fiercely but this was the first time in these lands that he knew he was going to be okay here. Leaning against the brewery, Thorn slouched down repeatedly until he was lying flat with his head propped up and his arms stretched out in the grass. Very little wind ruffled his fur and he felt like he was four years old again in the prime of his life. 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He had worries, he had plenty of worries for one so young, not even three and his brain refused to shut up. He worried about Grace and her progression through pregnancy, that brought him on to worrying about becoming a father, which sent him into a descending spiral of thought that often had him trying to convince himself that he would be a good father. Thinking of fathers made him wonder about his own, cogitating on how Brandr and Aracelle were doing back in the Solbjorg, his heart sinking as that only reminded him of the impending Dawnrunner attack on his old home. Would he lose his own father, a kind and caring wolf, at the same time as he became one himself? Would his parents know that they were soon to be grandparents, would they survive to find out? It's not like he could take a quick trip home to tell them, or to take the pups once they were born, it was a good 6 month trek across the country. He would never put young children through that, and he wasn't sure that he would feel all that comfortable leaving the pack for so long. .naiot2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b79365; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #201404; } .naiot2 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .naiot2 {margin:0 auto; width:520px; background-color:#614934; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/TGzCs.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 350px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#cbb69a; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .naiot2 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .naiot2 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Thorn Russo - 10-16-2012 [html] Sorry for the wait. Also noticed on the wiki that you want to get Nier's ear pierced at some point? 'Cauuuse Thorn can do that. Thorn had drifted off while he was lying in the grass. Wind gently ruffling his fur and the chill of autumn still not completely upon them during the day. Memories of Russia had swarmed his mind like they usually did, thoughts of his children that now had grown into adults and memories of his past mate wherever she was now. When they had decided to each go their own way and he had decided to come back across the ocean they had spent just one more day together. From the time the sun rose to the time it set Thorn and his beloved Asya spent every minute together and part of the day had been spent just like how Thorn was now. Except then he had little on his mind other than leaving his home for his second home. He certainly hadn't slept during that time. Drifting from sleep into a doze and dreams beginning to sink into darkness he let his mind wander. Now he couldn't quiet his mind completely, there was still a little part of him that was running through what he needed and what needed to be done to the brewery to get the first batch of sugar beer on the way. The wind shifted slightly, barely and Thorn let the faintest bit of a foreign but familiar scent enter his nostrils. It was Vinatta scent, that much was apparent but he didn't know the wolf beneath. Eyes still closed and body slightly tensing the white Russian made no effort to really seek out the source of the smell until it came very close and spoke. Thorn had never met a dangerous creature that used the word 'fella' and he hoped that wouldn't change now. Pushing himself up a bit and leaning more against the brewery he opened his eyes and stared at wolf with living cat scarf. Blinking he raised a pierced eyebrow and pushed himself up completely so he was sitting properly, if leaning slightly more on one hip. Bringing his knees towards him and smoothing out his kilt he smiled and nodded. "I'm fine, friend. Too many trips to Halifax City for my age I think." He smiled but he hated saying those words, he was a Russo, he never got old! Putting his hat back on his head he pondered whether he should remain sitting or stand proper. His hips weren't aching as much and he didn't feel so tired and so he opted to shakily at first and then steadily stronger bring himself to stand. Tail gently wagging he stuck out a white and black hand to the darker wolf. "I'm Thorn Russo." His accent bled into the words a little bit but wasn't overpowering. He gave a smile to the cat and couldn't help but remember Asya's total fear of felines. "You have a very handsome kitty there too." Just in case kitty wasn't usually friendly perhaps some compliments might help. 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Nier would never feel comfortable gleaning his fellow canines age from appearance alone, but the way his comrade moved and addressed himself gave it away. It was then that he flicked his eyes over the white wolfs body, noticing the salt and pepper flecks in some places of his fur. He grinned crookedly and winked at Thorn, Your age? You don't look a day older'n 3 my friend. Besides, the trip to Halifax knackers me out too, and I'm what you'd call a 'whipper-snapper' He chuckled at himself, hoping that the other wouldn't be offended by his jokey attitude. .naiot2 b {font-weight:bold; color:#b79365; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #201404; } .naiot2 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .naiot2 {margin:0 auto; width:520px; background-color:#614934; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/TGzCs.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 350px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#cbb69a; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .naiot2 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .naiot2 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] |