Anti-social Rurik is anti-social...but with what he thinks is a justifiable reason! =D/570 words
"So many guests..." Rurik said to himself from the railing of the balcony on the second floor. He was laid out on it on his side, his katana and staff propped on the wall behind him, and was watching the pack members mingle and talk below. He was dressed in what he always wore, a black shirt and pants with his necklace and bracelet, since he lacked any dressy cloths. He had however, groomed himself so he was at least semi-presentable should anyone see him laying there. The crowd below him was a large one, and large crowds made him anxious. It was far too easy for someone to slip a knife into your back while you weren't looking and then fade away into the crowd. He knew this was suppose to be a peaceful and happy celebration of two packs coming together in an alliance, but his paranoia wouldn't let him enjoy himself. "And I have every right to be paranoid." He said firmly to himself. And he did, sort of.
Had it been any other pack than the Cercatori he probably wouldn't have minded, but he had a small, or he hoped it was small, history with Cercatori. Back in 2011 sometime, long before he joined Casa, he had been venturing around and heard the packs name. It had sounded interesting, and to him an interesting name meant interesting things to steal. He never got around to the stealing because a large male wolf had stopped him just inside the border. One thing led to another and Rurik ended up trying to turn their Border Tree, and was caught again by the same male. They fought, Rurik was hurt pretty bad, and he left, but that wasn't the real kicker. Stupidly, Rurik had given the male his full name half way threw the fight, and he didn't doubt the male had returned to his pack alpha to report what had happened, giving him Rurik's name and description. He wasn't positive that he had, but with the way his luck run there were probably wanted posters all over the Cercatori pack lands. If they had found out, he seriously doubted they would forgive and forget, and now the entire pack was here.
He let that train of thought go for a bit, until he realized that he was starting to think it was a huge conspiracy to get him to answer for what he had done and everyone on the floor below him was looking for him right now. He shook his head to clear it. "Get a hold of yourself Rurik!" He said firmly to himself. "This is a ball dang it, you're suppose to be having fun!...Yea...right." He let out a sigh and glanced over to the slowly growing pile of gifts. He could just make out the butt of the ruined stainless-steel Beretta he had put there as soon as the table was set out but before the guests had started to arrive for anyone who had wanted it. The outside of it was only a little rusted, but the inner workings were completely beyond repair, plus the clip was empty. He had no use for it, why not let someone else have it? With a huff and another sigh he returned to watching all the happy pack members talk and laugh and mingle below him, doing his best to blend with the stone he lay on.
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