the days they come but the years they go.

Rurik Russo · 05-26-2010, 10:52 AM

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315 <333! Alta made it! XD

The werewolf rolled his shoulder in a shrug at the other man's words. He did not know for certain either way; the past was confused and jumbled to him in many places. Rurik lacked the sharp memory some other canines boasted, for he could hardly remember his own name at times, and surely this did some damage to his very brain, though perhaps he had never been particularly bright to begin with. He was not book-smart—the werewolf could read and write fluently in Russian, but this skill was rarely, if ever, useful on this continent. Reading in English was difficult but doable with some effort, though writing in this land's native tongue was impossible for him.

“Maybe. Eet is nice someone remembers old things, though,” the werewolf said honestly. Aremys was not Syemv, true, but it contained some of Syemv's legacy nonetheless, and he was happy that someone at least recalled the name. The ghostly white canine reacted rather positively to the man's offer, and Rurik grinned broadly at this, the blackened tip of his tail thumping against the floor of their little hideout. “I vill come and let you know in Crimson Dreams before I go,” the man said, and he meant this. He would also have to go to Dahlia de Mai and let Lolita know—this was no problem for Rurik, though he knew he would not wait forever for them. If they were not ready to depart within a few weeks, he would have to go on alone; the wild world would not wait so long.

The other man's words drew his attention and a smile graced his ash-colored face, lighting up his saphire gaze. “Aye, and I like you,” Rurik declared confidently. More than anything, he enjoyed being social and making new friends—and what better way was there to bond than over a bottle and some stories shared?

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