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Anatoliy Russo · 03-15-2010, 05:01 PM

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Gen is in the houuuuse

1. Name: Anatoliy Russo

2. Birthdate: October 2, 2008

3. Luperci: Ortus

4. Species: > 50% canis lupus communis, < 5% canis lupus familiaris, 50% canis latrans

5. Gender: All male, just like daddy.

6. Contact: Check Strel's account for the info <3

7. How you found 'Souls: I'll be living here again when my US Paper is done [yes I'm procrastinating right now]

Anatoliy had made the trek easily, thankful for the strength and stamina the voyage here had given him. The things he took were few, but he had come with nothing but the clothes - and the well-worn spares his friends on the девушка had given him. The muscles in his arms were still as strong as they had been by end of his leg of the voyage, so the Russo absentmindedly took the bags that were handed to him. Most of those seemed to be his sister's; the girl kept complaining of the weight so the brother did his duty as a man and took some of her load. The additionally weight was adding up though; he was beginning to feel a slight strain for the distance he had traveled with so much weight. Thankfully, Liliya did not give him the bags with the alcohol since he would've dropped those for sure.

Anatoliy was nervous about joining the pack; he knew little about it and all he did know were from the accounts his father relayed to him. Naturally, he was reserving judgment on it until he saw it for himself. Besides, he had no where else he would like to go, despite having looked at AniWaya and liking what he had heard of it. His family came first and Rurik was taking them to Cour des Miracles. Surely it would be a nice place, but the young Russian remained unconvinced. Anatoliy's body tense the closer they got to the borders of the pack. His nerves were beginning to peak through and even his sister was starting to see the way his eyes glanced in different directions more often than before. He wished he were more prepared for this. Maybe he was thinking the wrong way?

Flinching at the howl, the earthen-toned male rubbed at his skull where his slightly large ears met head. "Oh, остановите ваш хныкать, Lilichka. Папа, почему сделали вы препятствовал ей стать настолько самодовольным," he countered, smirking slightly towards his sister. Teasing the girl was one of those things he had missed. It was a bit harder with Silas since he saw the Inferni less often. It was still a pleasure to speak in Russian, but Anatoliy occasionally let English mix in his words to improve his comprehension and usage of it. He still struggled with it, having been at it for only a month or so, but he could get the gist of what was told to him. Now they played the waiting game. Ah, it seemed like all Anatoliy did was wait. Thank goodness he was a patient young man.

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