01-03-2012, 07:25 PM
ooc: ZOMG!!!! ...and at work, no pretty table on hand. x.x
wc: 347
A cautious howl echoed through Salsola. It was low and quick, but Liliya was close enough to hear the call. Well, not so much hear it as feel it as her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. There was no mistaking that voice, the voice of another Russo… the voice of her brother.
When the shock abated Liliya jerked into action, dropping her tools and dashing toward the sound, only to rush back a moment later to hastily gather her items and stuff them into her backpack, grumbling all the while. If it was truly her brother at the edge of Salsola she needed to be the first on the scene to meet him. If she wasn’t… well, who knew what would happen. She only hoped Anann had made a good impression upon her leaders on behalf of their pack. But even still, being irresponsible with her tools seemed to be an even greater offense than leaving her brother hanging. It would be like picking him over Salsola, since these tools served Salsola. It was strange that Liliya didn’t even realize what an infidelity these thoughts were.
Long, slender limbs carried her in a sprint over Salsolan soil, picking out just the place the sound had come from. Her heart raced but it wasn’t the sudden exertion that excited her so. Visions of family filled her memory, visions that were becoming clouded and gray as she accepted Salsola as her new family, visions to fuel the fire within as her speed increased.
Yet when her gray eyes finally discovered the brown tones of the man at the borders, she stopped cold. Dead in her tracks, Liliya just stood and stared at the man… the Russo… her brother…
“Anatoliy,” the word was breathy, less of a name than an ethereal incantation. The hardened Salsolan felt her composure slipping. She started to tremble and for the first time since she came to this place she thought she might cry. She didn’t move, afraid the slightest twitch would send this apparition retreating like a deer in a forest.
wc: 347
A cautious howl echoed through Salsola. It was low and quick, but Liliya was close enough to hear the call. Well, not so much hear it as feel it as her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. There was no mistaking that voice, the voice of another Russo… the voice of her brother.
When the shock abated Liliya jerked into action, dropping her tools and dashing toward the sound, only to rush back a moment later to hastily gather her items and stuff them into her backpack, grumbling all the while. If it was truly her brother at the edge of Salsola she needed to be the first on the scene to meet him. If she wasn’t… well, who knew what would happen. She only hoped Anann had made a good impression upon her leaders on behalf of their pack. But even still, being irresponsible with her tools seemed to be an even greater offense than leaving her brother hanging. It would be like picking him over Salsola, since these tools served Salsola. It was strange that Liliya didn’t even realize what an infidelity these thoughts were.
Long, slender limbs carried her in a sprint over Salsolan soil, picking out just the place the sound had come from. Her heart raced but it wasn’t the sudden exertion that excited her so. Visions of family filled her memory, visions that were becoming clouded and gray as she accepted Salsola as her new family, visions to fuel the fire within as her speed increased.
Yet when her gray eyes finally discovered the brown tones of the man at the borders, she stopped cold. Dead in her tracks, Liliya just stood and stared at the man… the Russo… her brother…
“Anatoliy,” the word was breathy, less of a name than an ethereal incantation. The hardened Salsolan felt her composure slipping. She started to tremble and for the first time since she came to this place she thought she might cry. She didn’t move, afraid the slightest twitch would send this apparition retreating like a deer in a forest.