11-24-2007, 05:31 PM
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Endymion watched the cigarette butt sail through the air, and flop noiselessly on the sand. He knew about the war, and considered the possibility that Thorn had been a casualty of it. However, the two-year-old doubted the idea. There was nothing that tied the pirate to Bleeding Souls, save Syemv, and maybe Fat1n. But neither seemed very important when he left. Endymion fixed his gaze again on the c0y0te, confused by his question. Rurik? The w0lf's brow deepened for a moment or two, before realization set in. "Oh, Rurik," said he, nodding his head once. "Yeah, he was my uncle." Was, is? He didn't know who was dead or alive.
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