10-22-2009, 05:34 AM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_tropic.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:230px; padding-left:25px; padding-right:25px; padding-bottom:25px;"> Is OK, I are slow, too. :[ The silvery werewolf had seen castles in the old world. Some had fallen into disrepair, damaged by years of warfare. Others were still quite grand—if a bit drafty—and some canines chose to live in them. Rurik hadn't ever been inside one before, though—he had just viewed them from a distance. The closest he'd come were the ruins of an old church somewhere in Hungary, just old, falling stones and a catwalk, the only remnants of the second floor. That had hardly been as large as this place, though, and the blue-eyed wolf was rather impressed with the structure. Why hadn't someone staked claim to this place? It was rather magnificent, after all. Rurik winced at first, hesitating just a second as he saw the fright he'd caused in the younger canine. Though the Russian was just about to apologize, the youth brightened quickly and spoke his greeting. Though the raven-colored pup had seemed frightened at first, he offered the Russian—or, more precisely, his sword—a compliment. The Russian grinned widely and tipped his head toward the younger canine. "Thanks much," he said. "Her name is Ilya," he explained happily, patting the end of the sword with his big silver hand. Liliya and Ilya were related, and Rurik had selected his daughter's name with that fact in mind. "And I am Rurik Russo," he said, his hand going to his chest. The Russian was rather given to gesturing with his hands, as he sometimes found it difficult to express himself without visual props. |