02-01-2010, 01:16 AM
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Sexy awesome by the Alli
All of this is on assuming what happens when Anatoliy meets his family again.
Back in mother Russia, Anatoliy had been expected to be an early riser to help with the chores, though his day did not start nearly as early as the fishermen or the women serving them breakfast; that had been far too early for him. No, this Russo rose after the sun was up, but far sooner than most of the adolescents without a job. Then it had been off to whatever little jobs needed to be done on the docks or in the compound. But now that the hybrid was living on an entirely different continent, it was not too much different now. The sun was up and in an hour or so the coyote-wolf mix was up to see it start soaring.
Now that the Russo had found his family and moved his temporary lodgings to the hotel where his father and sister, Rurik and Liliya, resided and his brother, Silas, occasionally visited. Feeling more secure than he had upon arriving, Anatoliy chose to take the chance to explore outside of Halifax, since it seemed that he would most likely not be leaving any time soon. Naturally, he would be sticking to the unclaimed lands as the earthen-hued male did not want to tempt fate by crossing some pack's borders. Just because he himself had not lived in one of those types of communities, it did not mean he knew the etiquette required around them. Besides, risking life and limb over such a trivial thing was not something on the top of Anatoliy's to-do list.
From what his father had told him, the Russo learned of a field of flowers that would be certain to brighten his day if he visited it during the summer season. But since there was little to really do in the city that day, Anatoliy chose to seek out this sunflower patch in hopes of finding it in the winter. Plus it would help to get to know the territory more, since getting back would be hard due to the fact he was wandering pretty far.
Anatoliy found the field, dead and decomposing, as well as a dark figure picking at the seeds, or what was left of them. That was when his words failed him, namely because he had so few of them to use in this kind of situation. He would probably have to learn English now, considering there were so few Russian-speakers on the continent for him to converse with that did not share his genes. "Здравствулте!" he greeted, out of habit. Then, pausing, he thought briefly. "Good Morning," corrected the Russo, his accent thick on his words.
Back in mother Russia, Anatoliy had been expected to be an early riser to help with the chores, though his day did not start nearly as early as the fishermen or the women serving them breakfast; that had been far too early for him. No, this Russo rose after the sun was up, but far sooner than most of the adolescents without a job. Then it had been off to whatever little jobs needed to be done on the docks or in the compound. But now that the hybrid was living on an entirely different continent, it was not too much different now. The sun was up and in an hour or so the coyote-wolf mix was up to see it start soaring.
Now that the Russo had found his family and moved his temporary lodgings to the hotel where his father and sister, Rurik and Liliya, resided and his brother, Silas, occasionally visited. Feeling more secure than he had upon arriving, Anatoliy chose to take the chance to explore outside of Halifax, since it seemed that he would most likely not be leaving any time soon. Naturally, he would be sticking to the unclaimed lands as the earthen-hued male did not want to tempt fate by crossing some pack's borders. Just because he himself had not lived in one of those types of communities, it did not mean he knew the etiquette required around them. Besides, risking life and limb over such a trivial thing was not something on the top of Anatoliy's to-do list.
From what his father had told him, the Russo learned of a field of flowers that would be certain to brighten his day if he visited it during the summer season. But since there was little to really do in the city that day, Anatoliy chose to seek out this sunflower patch in hopes of finding it in the winter. Plus it would help to get to know the territory more, since getting back would be hard due to the fact he was wandering pretty far.
Anatoliy found the field, dead and decomposing, as well as a dark figure picking at the seeds, or what was left of them. That was when his words failed him, namely because he had so few of them to use in this kind of situation. He would probably have to learn English now, considering there were so few Russian-speakers on the continent for him to converse with that did not share his genes. "Здравствулте!" he greeted, out of habit. Then, pausing, he thought briefly. "Good Morning," corrected the Russo, his accent thick on his words.