Rolling in the Deep

Rurik Ivanov · 10-17-2011, 08:34 PM

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OOC herpderp? / +yo numbah!

As Anann explained the war to him, his grip slowly tightened around his staff. War had driven his family out of their lands before Rurik had been born. War was the reason his mother was dead now; had she been able to give birth under normal circumstances instead of on a boat she probably would have survived. War was the reason his father and step-father weren't here now; the reason he had been alone for the last year or so. He growled to himself. He would not let that happen again.

His attention shifted from half-formed memories of a past he didn't technically know to the present when he heard Dixon, Dixin..something like that, say that she knew of a place they could use to set up a pack. A small knot of excitement began to form in his stomach at the idea of being part of a pack, but not only a pack, but one that would help defend the entire land, instead of just what it owned. When Jazper called to him, he followed silently behind, setting his staff across his shoulders and draping his arms over it.

Once they reached the fort, Rurik looked over the wall surrounding it. He saw a few foot-holds but none that went far enough up the wall to get over, a good sign. He watched passively as Anann tried to open the door, only to find that it wouldn't move. As Rem and Wayne's horse backed into the door to open it, Rurik wandered around the wall, looking at more than just the fortifications near the door. The rest of the wall seems to be fairly intact, a little touch up here and there, but otherwise sound. Returning his attention to the others and the open door, he followed them inside.

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