Hide and Seek, alcohol style

[Rurik Russo]

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as she deceived me i watched and went out of my mind     The silvery werewolf sat on the upper porch of the hotel, gazing down into the empty parking lot. A cigarette burned between his fingers, and he would occasionally lift it to his lips, his icy gaze focused on nothing in particular as his thoughts drifted. His investigation into finding his sons had been fruitless thus far—Gabriel hadn't seen either Zaets nor Zorish in reecent times, and Rurik thought that might have been his best lead right there. Disgusted with himself for the billionth time over their abandonment, the Russian wolf muttered a curse and stood, ruffling his black hair with one silver hand. It was getting too long and he needed to cut it soon.     Sighing heavily, the silver werewolf took a few steps toward the stairs heading down to the lower level and the parking lot, his toes clicking on the cement. It was rather quiet, save for the occasional screech of a bird. The parking lot sprawling before him was overgrown with weeds and scattered with junk, though it was mostly his family's junk. They'd cleared most of the human debris out of the way, pushing it to the side and closing off most of the rooms they weren't using. They had four or five of them downstairs, though two of them were completely filled with junk from the boat and from the city. Rurik was fascinated by many of these human objects, and he often lamented not being born a generation earlier. Other werewolves older than he had already cleared Europe of most of the interesting stuff. Otherwise, he'd be able to root through abandoned human cities a damn sight closer to home.     Though he was disheartened, he was determined to cheer up. He had no idea where Liliya and her brother were off too, though he was rather glad. He was in something of a sour mood and he didn't like for them to see him like this. The soft sounds of footsteps drew the wolf's attention, and his coal-dipped ears flicked to the direction of the sound, his husky's gaze following in short order. He expected to see Silas or his sister standing there, but instead, it was a strange wolf—all vivid and vibrant color, decor hanging from his frame. Cocking an eyebrow, the Russian waved an arm to the stranger, beckoning him closer. He looked like an interesting fellow, and Rurik was always down for company. "Hey," he said in his accented voice, punctuating the statement with a friendly grin.

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