Table by Sie
300+ Sorry for the delay and it also sounds really dirty >>
The rod kept jerking in his hands, the sea fighting his strong grip far more than a fish on the line. Anatoliy bit his lip a bit as he tugged hard to keep the pole in his control. The line buzzed and hummed despite a strong paw keeping the reel as still as possible, but it was mostly futile; the sea was far, far too strong to fish properly. But he was a Russo; fishing was in his blood and to admit defeat now was to be a weak Russo. It would need to be far longer for him to claim to have failed. All he could do was bite the inside of his cheek and struggle with the ocean to get a fish or two for his sister and him. Rurik did not like fish, so the man's son never bothered to fish for his father.
It seemed as though the Russo had struggled enough for this particular piece of bait to lure a fish from the depths. Finally, he pulled up the line, noticing the struggling worm that had once been there was now gone. Crying out in exasperation, he fumbled with the hook to jab another squirming creature onto the sharp points. With a grunt he forced the line back out, as far as the Russian could possibly send it. He gave a silent prayer of thanks for the muscles he had developed. Back home, he would have given up long ago, even though he had been decently built back then too.
A few sentences of words came from behind him over the crash of the sea, sending the male's back into rigidity and his larger ears perked up instantly. Anatoliy's upper torso twisted to let his golden eyes gaze at the stranger that had approached him. Eying him up and down, observing for a possible threat before turning back to the mistress that governed his family back home. "I will win. She is just playful, but she will give me the fish," he said plainly, his accent thickly coated the simple words. Anatoliy let go of the rod briefly to pat the ground beside him without turning to look at the stranger. "Please, sit." The hand raced back to the pole as it almost flew out of his solitary hand. The sea was being ferocious that day. "Who are you?"
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