11-15-2009, 10:20 PM
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| http://sleepyglow.net/rp/rurik/rurik_tide.jpg);"> Their plights were similar, though Rurik certainly could not see a creature such as Gabriel pushing his children off, claiming they were not his own, as Rurik himself had done. Though the silvery werewolf hardly knew him, he only saw Gabriel in a positive light, and he had never subscribed to the notion that coyotes were dirty, ugly, or worthwhile to be killed. The coyotes plight was similar to that of the jackals over on the other side of the ocean; they were, essentially, the coyotes of Europe, Asia, and Africa. Jackals and wolves had been fierce competitors for centuries before they became Luperci, and tensions had not lessened even after they had gained more human qualities. Rurik could understand their plight, however, and he sympathized; the world was becoming more civilized, and such prejudices should be left in the past, where they belonged. Rurik smiled wistfully. He hadn't planned for his children; he didn't really even want them—when he was younger he had never desired to have children, himself. He had always figured his brothers would continue the Russo line somehow or another, and if he a clear choice in the matter back when, he would have never opted for them. But they were here now, and Rurik did love them, and he would not have traded them for anything in the world. "Ah, children. They bring such joy, and such stress and worry," the Russian said with a laugh and smile, reclining back a little bit and shaking his head. Absently he pushed the plates away from both of them, though he did glance at Gabriel in a way of wordlessly asking if he wished to eat more. There was always some to spare. "Tell me about them?" the Russian prompted, curious to know his friend's family. |