I Want to Go Home

Anatoliy Russo · 10-26-2011, 11:32 PM

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>[ @ you Melissa, all your chat nonsense

These people were all strangers. Only two faces that the Russo knew were his love and the man he had briefly met on the borders. There was something strange about this motley group of people. How were they supposed to unite into a brotherhood? Anann's wish for this pack was something that the Russo could definitely admire and he liked her views on these things. But what bothered him was that he was still a stranger in this group as he ever had been with the strange courtiers. He was not a fighter and there was little to no warrior in his blood. He was a fisherman, he was a man who preferred the quiet route. And here they gathered together to be a brotherhood of fighters, of mercenaries for rent.

Anatoliy stood behind the golden woman, planning to follow her wherever it was she wanted to go. They had the horses to tie up, and their possessions to secure. As much as he looked forward to pissing border markings (he really wasn't), he wanted to settle down their things where the two of them would stay. He hoped to fall asleep with Anann in his arms that night, but darkness seemed too far away. Instead, the Russo eyed the group, trying to figure them out from a glance. The white small wolf seemed too excited for her own good, though he felt he could relate to the man sitting her straight. He seemed the quiet type, much like himself. But all the Russo could do in reaction to the ball of fluff getting excited was give her a solid look.

This was going to be a long day. Anatoliy rubbed at his eyes, cursing under his breath, "черт возьми." His eyes refocused, golden orbs peering at the back of his woman's head, wishing they could just go their new home and be done with it. But it was far too complicated for that now, wasn't it?

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