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There was a crispness to the air that hadn't been there the past few days. It was not yet full-blown autumn, no -- but there was a faint chill on the air, perhaps more of a smell of cool than any real sense of fall's approach. But Vasiliy lifted his muzzle and knew it was coming, and smiled broadly. He was looking forward to another winter, and curious to see just what the cold weather would bring in this place. He was certain it would not be the cold darkness of his homeland -- the sun would shine brightly here throughout winter, in keeping with its daily rhythm at these lower latitudes. He yearned, too, for the color of fall -- the trees were still brilliantly green, though perhaps some of the earliest turners had a single yellow leaf or two.
Perhaps more than anything, though, it was companionship Vasiliy desired. He had spent the last few days around his fellow d'Arte members -- two of them, rather -- and he found, on this day, he was yearning further companionship. Yet -- he dared not seek out either Robert or Hotaru for fear of making a nuisance of himself. He might try to find Eclipse -- this thought struck him brightly. The hybrid stood up and trotted out of his house, walking with obvious merriment through the village. The stone-hued wolf was distracted from his quest by the sight of the stables. In the hazy air, it seemed a quaint place, and the pleasant smell of horses -- and less pleasant scent of their excrement -- reached his sensitive nose.
He hesitated. It was important to make friends -- but even more important to work for his pack. The dust-colored wolf therefore headed toward the stables, and was busily fussing over the horses in a few moment. The stalls themselves seemed rather freshly mucked, and the straw was still golden-yellow and fluffed. Vasiliy therefore busied himself by cooing and talking to the horses, offering them each a sweet treat of strawberry from the garden. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Roselle Gauthier - 09-09-2012 [html] The song she's singing can be heard here.[/html] - Vasiliy Russo - 09-11-2012 [html] Don't tell me what to do. :|
The horses, at least, seemed to appreciate him. Vasiliy wondered sometimes if his closest friends would always be animals -- and even, at that, friends held at arm's length. None of these horses were his; they could all be traded off tomorrow and he could say nothing. He leaned his hand against a dark-coated mare's cheek and patted her cheek, smiling. His loneliness had a peculiar tinge to it that Vasiliy did not recognize. He did not like this feeling; he did not enjoy it in the least. He was miserably contemplating it, still patting the happy mare, when the snatches of a song came to him.
Vasiliy did not recognize the language, but it didn't matter -- the voice was what mattered, the sweet tune. He stepped hurriedly to the doorway, peering out curiously. Rosie's slight figure caught his attention, and he gawked at her openly, grinning widely. I did not know you have song, the Russian exclaimed, never realizing it would -- in all likelihood -- interrupt her singing. The dark-hued tip of his tail was wagging, and the panging loneliness of a few moments ago was was entirely forgotten in his revelry of her music. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Roselle Gauthier - 09-11-2012 [html] I do what I want[/html] - Vasiliy Russo - 09-11-2012 [html]
He remembered the songs his family sang -- they were bawdy things, full of dirty lyrics and uninhibited women. Vasiliy could enjoy these songs as any other good Russo, but he also yearned for the softer and prettier songs -- songs shunned by uncles and aunts alike. Singing itself was a thing Vasiliy could not do. Like any other art, he found it beyond his capabilities, and therefore used his voice only to speak and howl where necessary -- and this last, he did less than the usual canine.
Her smile and touch provoked greater joy in him, though Vasiliy attributed this to the show of friendliness. The voice was difficult to understand, although not impossible. His father would have spoken better with her, having a greater knowledge of tongues -- but Vasiliy's determination made him eager, and he strained to understand. Grinning and wagging his tail himself, the stone-hued wolf shrugged. I like anyway. Is good song, and you have good voice. He realized, quite suddenly, he had nothing else to say other than to compliment her voice, and spent a harrowing few seconds struggling to find his tongue. He almost commented on the weather, too, when it occurred to him he'd interrupted her. Oh! Where you were going? Sorry, I interrupt. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Roselle Gauthier - 09-27-2012 [html] <----- sucks forever[/html] - Vasiliy Russo - 10-03-2012 [html] -- Not as bad as meeee.
Although their accents were at odds and Vasiliy could not completely understand her at first, he liked her accent. Perhaps it was simple solidarity in encountering someone like him -- someone with only a rudimentary grasp on this language, their foreignness and strangeness proclaimed in each word and every odd emphasis of speech. He nodded slowly and smiled, though he was not quite certain how to respond: his first instinct was, naturally, "I like to walk, too" but he choked that response back with some effort. Unfortunately, after scrambling for something else to say, the dark-hued Russian was not certain just how to respond, and so he opened his jaws and said only, "um." His quiet thereafter was immediate and awkward.
Walking is -- good, he said, lamely. His smile, which had become almost pained, became excruciating. The granite-colored male leapt at her question, shaking his head vigorously. No, no, he said. I give treat to horses. No big deal, he said, waving a hand. He'd already passed out treats to most of the equines therein; those who hadn't yet received their tidbit could wait until later. A packmate might need his help -- or perhaps simply want his company? He could only dare hope it was the latter. @import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css'); </style>[/html] - Roselle Gauthier - 10-09-2012 [html]
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