Man, if there was one thing Rurik really didn't like, it was goddamn puppies. They were so small and so loud and so messy and so damn annoying. How could anyone ever want the damned things anyway? Rurik certainly didn't; if he had kids he couldn't drink all the time, he certainly couldn't smoke all the time, and Kiska would certainly look down on him for cavorting about the world with puppies in tow. Though Rurik thought he'd made his intentions perfectly clear, he sometimes sensed a little longing in Kiska for children—ha! Not that he'd ever settle down. It was her damn fault for picking a pirate for a mate. His liquored mind was rather brazen, and despite his apparent alarm the Russian werewolf was thinking all these messed-up, swirled thoughts.
It was as he contemplated these things in the slow-witted manner of one thoroughly intoxicated by fine Russian vodka that the golden-hued canine once again darted from the shadowy underbelly of the ship, his very existence in such a place completely nonsensical and utterly ridiculous to the silver-furred werewolf at the moment. Where had he come from? And the other one! His bleary blue eyes widened in shock as the golden pup darted straight for him like a laser-eyed demon from hell, and Rurik cried out again in shock. "Aaaaah!" He jumped backwards, throwing his arms before his face instinctively—only Gabriel was far too short an opponent for this defensive tactic to be effective, of course, so the gesture was absolutely ornamental. The pup latched onto his tail this time, and Rurik yelped even more loudly, half-believing the pup was some ghostly domovoi he'd inadvertently angered.
"EBANASHKA!" the werewolf shouted. "Ahueyet, zhopa?!" the Russian demanded, the curses rolling off his tongue in the native language now. He darted for the upper decks, hopefully shaking the crazed golden pup off his leg in the process. Once more he shouted: "PUPPIES, you bunch of svolotch! PUPPIES ON BOARD," he shouted. The ship kept on sleeping as if they were deaf; it was no surprise—everyone had imbibed a great amount of liquor that night, happy they'd finally landed on good coast that seemed viable for a landing spot.
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