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It was late summer, and the early evening was wonderful this time of year. Vasiliy marveled in it -- the brief, lovely summer of his homeland could not compare to this. Surely he was a creature of winter and cold, but Vasiliy did not appreciate only the dark season. He was a lover of nature and therefore found the same joy in the throes of summer as he did the depths of winter. His dark-tipped ears pricked to listen to the crickets and he slowed his walk back to the village just to listen.
With most of the evening occupied by fishing, the dark-hued Russian had quite the catch. There was a large bass slung over his shoulder, an impressively-sized striper. It was the only thing he'd caught that day, but that was quite alright -- with a fish of this size, he'd have no problem making a meal and then some. Moving a little more quickly, the dark-hued man passed through the garden, carefully stepping around the plants as he went. He was still afraid of falling over or otherwise accidentally crushing them, and so took great care.
There were a few orange-yellow lights in the village -- candles or fires, Vasi could not be certain. For his part, he was rather quick to dip into the rear of his yard. The fish were cooked quickly enough, and Vasiliy returned to the front of his house, munching over the half of his meal he'd taken with him. He thought he might crack and taste one of the bottles he'd obtained by trade -- it was not a Sobirat'sya liquor night yet, though if he imbibed the trader's moonshine and found it wanting in proof, he might well end up opening a Sobirat'sya bottle. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 09-08-2012 [html] (376)[/html] - Vasiliy Russo - 09-08-2012 [html]
Vasiliy could never get tired of fish. He ate it more frequently than land creatures, truth be told. And yet, he never felt totally and entirely sated with the eating of fish, either. There was nothing quite like a freshly felled deer. The land mammals of this continent were just as magnificent and lovely of taste as those from his homeland -- and yet it was the fish he preferred, still. Vasiliy was smiling to himself over this conundrum when an approaching figure caught his attention, drawing him out of musing and meal both.
He recognized Robert and grinned at the man's greeting, waving one hand. He set aside the fish and stood up. Allo, Robert, he said, quite happy. Would you join for bite? Let me go get, other half around back. Big fish, the wolf said, without a hint of excess pride. Vasiliy was not suffering from a case of arrogance, after all -- he was underconfident in his abilities, actually. And, with that, the dusky-hued wolf turned on his heels and disappeared, fetching the other half of his meal from where he'd left it beside his makeshift grill. When he returned with the other half, he held it out toward Robert, grinning. Enjoy!
Although he remembered the almost stormy silence of the earthen-hued wolf from the voyage, he did not allow this to deter him. Levent had been scared out of his mind on the journey, after all, and he wasn't normally scared out of his mind. The ocean had a funny way of evoking strange emotions, and Vasi could not hold it against Robert or Levent -- after all, his was the strange joy brought about by sailing over the waves. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 09-12-2012 [html] (362) God Rob y u so awkward?[/html] - Vasiliy Russo - 09-15-2012 [html] 362 8D HEY WE'RE WORD COUNT TWINS. Also someone REALLY needs to explain to Vasi that art != CdA wolf, lol.
The dark-hued Russian was glad to see his fellow packmate enjoying the fish. Vasiliy was not so very good at art, and it was perhaps then nonsensical he'd chosen this pack as his own, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He knew little enough of the foreign packs, anyway. A few names stuck out to him -- Cour des Miracles above all, for his father had been from that pack -- but he was otherwise primarily indifferent to the other groups nearby. His pack was all he needed.
Vasi fiddled with his cigarette case as Robert ate, vaguely awkward with the silence but not wishing to interrupt the earthen-hued male's eating. He arranged his hand-rolled cigarettes neatly in a row and even took one out to fix a corner that had become unrolled, but did not seek to light it. Instead, he tucked it up into his bandanna carefully, leaving it there for later. It was unkind to smoke during a meal, he knew. The silence was shortly thereafter fixed by Robert, and Vasi grinned brightly. Thank you! Vasiliy is glad you like. I think is bass, but what kind bass, I do not know. I would say... line bass, he said, contemplating hard. The fish looked rather like the bass he'd caught at home, except there were wide black stripes along its sides -- invisible now, of course, as the scales and other undesirables had been separated out.
The granite-hued wolf again brightened with Robert's inquiry, but he produced a misshapen bottle. It was glass, but its make was strange and almost crude. It had been crafted by Luperci hands or otherwise repurposed from a human artifact, and so was not so fine as a dusty bottle one might find in a bar. This not water, Vasiliy said, cracking open the bottle. Sobirat'sya alcohol -- very strong. He took a sip himself and winced. Maybe better to save for after eat... he said, shrugging and passing over the bottle of clear liquid to Robert. Careful please? I have only few bottle left, and no more except for around world in mine homeland Russia. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 09-23-2012 [html] (437) 8D !!~ Omg Rob+achohol=funniest thing ever[/html] - Vasiliy Russo - 10-03-2012 [html] 370 IMPORTANT NEWSFLASH AT SIX: I suck at posting. And! In the last post, Vasi didn't shove the whole case up under his bandanna -- just a single cigarette. LIKE THOSE SUPER HARDCORE MOB GUYS. They always have cigarettes behind their ears. Right? That's what the TV tells me. ;___; But the image of Vasi shoving a whole cigarette case up under his bandanna = HAHAHAH. He'd do something like that. Maybe he will later in the thread when he's all drunk. 8D 8D 8D
Vasiliy absorbed the praise with a broad grin and a slow sweep of his tail. It meant quite a lot to hear the wolf who had seemed averse to the sea before the trade voyage enjoying its fruits. He looked down at the earth and shrugged. Anytime you want, I go catch, he offered. While his skill was not such that he could guarantee this precise type of fish caught each time, the dark-hued wolf had confidence enough to state that he could fish at any time and always find something edible. Sometimes that was clams and oysters, but those weren't bad, either.
Thinking of molluscs had inspired Vasiliy to want to catch a rather large batch of the shelled creatures. They weren't a commonly eaten thing, and though perhaps some would find it too strange and exotic, Vasiliy knew there were still others who would appreciate the new taste. He was absorbed in these grandiose plans when Robert took his sip; quickly, however, his pale blue eyes returned to Robert and his mind snapped to the present. Though he reached out one hand cautiously, as if to catch the bottle, Robert's grip remained strong. The dark-hued wolf only grinned broadly and nodded his agreement at the compliment. He had never been a brewer, but the compliment extended to all of Sobirat'sya, as he saw it.
He reached to take the bottle and tilted it back, sipping almost daintily. He smacked his lips thereafter and held the bottle on his lap as he spoke. To get here, I cross many land. Cold, strong land -- like mine homeland -- at first. Then soft warm lands. Then, I cross ocean -- many weeks on ocean, working for captain, only eat fish. Not so bad, but everyone does not like water like Vasiliy. He smiled at this, and shrugged. It is place, like any other. I would not go back. The journey had been too long, too arduous -- and more importantly, he'd have to face the scorn of his family upon returning. The dark-hued Russian tilted the bottle back to his lips, shrugged once more, and passed it back to Robert. You want travel? he asked dubiously. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 10-05-2012 [html] oh oops. D8 that's what I get for not paying attention--BUT YEAH DO IT L8er LOL. and I change to a sheep table cause idga /cool like dat It was rare to eat fish, with his hunting abilities we limited on land, much less on water. It was a strange taste, but since eating different things (Eclipse's spiced cooking provided that experience) he became more open-minded about what he put in his mouth other than roasted and raw meat. He grinned as the man gave out his offer, and he replied, "I won't forget that. Hunting isn't my strongest suit--a book can't really catch a rabbit or a squirrel." Of course, he was teasing, and wouldn't have the gall to ask Vasiliy to take his time to fish for him; he always managed in the end, one way or another, so he never went without eating. While the fire burned him, he saw in the corner of his vision of the man reflexively reaching out for the bottle, but luckily his hands tightened instead of slacken as he attempted to get over the shock of the alcohol. He also caught sight of his grin that had spread over his muzzle at his words, and through the last of his coughs, he managed a weak smile back in reply. Yeah, whoever managed to make this deserved a pat on the back, the liquid being so vivid and unique it was surprising to find that this sort of flavor even existed. Robert listened as Vasiliy explained his travels, and attempted to assign pictures to the descriptions he weaved. Sadly, being only in Nova Scotia, all he came up was a scene of the forest surrounding Thornbury in the winter for the place similar to the man's homeland, then one that was very much like the present time, but warmer, he supposed. At the mention of the water, though, he came up blank, and blinked in surprise as he spoke of how long it took for them to travel across that water. And he thought he couldn't stand a few days in a boat, to be in it for weeks on end would drive him mad. He grasped the bottle as it was handed back to him, and he shook his head at Vasiliy's question. "Nah, I have no reason to." He took a somewhat bigger sip of the liquid, and he felt more comfortable with how it slithered down his throat, somewhat accustomed to the taste enough to tolerate it without having to pause. "There's nowhere I want to go--I have everything I need here. My family, my things. There isn't much more I would want." He took another swig, and handed back the bottle. As he leaned forward, he felt a little woozy, but he didn't think much of it. "Why did you leave Russia, if you don't mind me asking?" he prompted, settling back into his seat. .gentlesheeprob b {font-weight:bold; color:#756C46; letter-spacing:-.5px;} .gentlesheeprob .ooc {font-style:italic; padding:3px; text-align:center;} .gentlesheeprob p {text-indent:20px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .gentlesheeprob {margin:0 auto; width:485px; background-color:#dfd6bf; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/qNqCU.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #738085; padding:153px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#857c73; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Vasiliy Russo - 10-08-2012 [html] 403 8D ♥
Vasiliy considered his earthen-hued companion's words with an unmistakable air of solemnity. After a long moment of consideration, the Russian grinned. Sure can hunt with book! Just got to throw hard enough. He laughed at his own joke, slapping a hand against his knee. No, I kid. Books for read, not for throw. Truth be told, most of the books on this side of the plant were just about useless to Vasiliy -- he could not read the strange letters of the English language and had yet to find a book written in Russian. He figured even if he did find a book in Russian, it would be on the most boring possible subject and completely uninteresting to him.
The cloud-hued wolf was rather used to discussing his origins -- while some might have been bothered by the same conversations, Vasiliy found he always learned something new. Sometimes these new things concerned the world or himself; still other times they were about his conversational companions. The dusky-hued wolf took the bottle in return and listened, holding the alcohol for a moment. While Vasiliy was not the sort to actively avoid drunkenness, he had experience enough to savor it and keep from blacking out or otherwise massively overdoing it. Already there was a pleasant fuzziness about the world. Yes, he declared, and waved a hand around him to indicate Cercatori d'Arte as a whole.
I like it here also. I do not want leave. I go from Russia when... it did not feel like home anymore. It was a more honest answer than he provided most. Mine father -- he get sick, and afterward, not right in head anymore. Before that I already feel like Sobirat'sya... not really right, not really mine place. But after? No reason to stay, really. He felt a pang of guilt at the thought of his mother and grandmother. So there were two reasons to stay, two reasons Sobirat'sya was still his place -- but they were not enough to anchor him to his father and the rest of his stranger family. But -- that is okay. All the world away. He twirled his finger in the air and shrugged, smiling. Here I have good forest, good beach, good friends -- good pack. What more? I do not want to leave, he repeated. Now he swigged at the bottle and passed it back to Robert, shaking his head and smiling. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] |