11-15-2009, 06:34 PM
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Rurik was still not absolutely used to some of the canines here, and he had forgotten that their world was an entirely different place from the one from which he had emerged. It would have been common to see canines filtering down the streets of human cities in Europe; here the cities were as deserted as they had been the moment the last human had perished. Rurik could hardly look down his nose at the more feral creatures roaming the globe, though some canines back home certainly did. When he'd first come here, it had been his intent to spread the civilized culture to these creatures. Now, he wasn't quite so presumptuous—he saw the definite benefit in living in a manner closer to their ancestors, and there was something far more visceral and lively on this side of the ocean. To each his own, the Russian wolf figured.
The oddly-colored stranger looked more than a bit frightened, and the silvery wolf's ears folded back against his head apologetically, his bright blue gaze widening just so. He hoped the other wolf wasn't particularly aggressive; being scared would certainly evoke that quality in him. His response was shaky at first, but he quickly seemed to grow more confident, and he wasn't angry that Rurik had scared him. That was good. "Mine apologies! Sure didn't mean it," he said, dipping his head in an apology. "Company is always welcome," the wolf said warmly, grinning broadly at the multicolored wolf. The red across his top didn't seem natural, but it was pretty nonetheless, a deep shade of burgundy-crimson that spread across his head and mane. It was rather intriguing, and coupled with the brightly-colored necklace adorning the wolf's neck, Rurik was certain this stranger would make for interesting company.
Rurik was still not absolutely used to some of the canines here, and he had forgotten that their world was an entirely different place from the one from which he had emerged. It would have been common to see canines filtering down the streets of human cities in Europe; here the cities were as deserted as they had been the moment the last human had perished. Rurik could hardly look down his nose at the more feral creatures roaming the globe, though some canines back home certainly did. When he'd first come here, it had been his intent to spread the civilized culture to these creatures. Now, he wasn't quite so presumptuous—he saw the definite benefit in living in a manner closer to their ancestors, and there was something far more visceral and lively on this side of the ocean. To each his own, the Russian wolf figured.
The oddly-colored stranger looked more than a bit frightened, and the silvery wolf's ears folded back against his head apologetically, his bright blue gaze widening just so. He hoped the other wolf wasn't particularly aggressive; being scared would certainly evoke that quality in him. His response was shaky at first, but he quickly seemed to grow more confident, and he wasn't angry that Rurik had scared him. That was good. "Mine apologies! Sure didn't mean it," he said, dipping his head in an apology. "Company is always welcome," the wolf said warmly, grinning broadly at the multicolored wolf. The red across his top didn't seem natural, but it was pretty nonetheless, a deep shade of burgundy-crimson that spread across his head and mane. It was rather intriguing, and coupled with the brightly-colored necklace adorning the wolf's neck, Rurik was certain this stranger would make for interesting company.