Tangled Lines

Anatoliy Russo · 07-19-2010, 10:14 PM

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Anann gazed back at him, their height difference hard to notice, and the Russo could not help but blink back at her for a moment. He did not really register what she had said, until he finally realized that he had to answer her question. Eyes shifted away from her facial features to the water, as Anatoliy fumbled for the words. "Ah, you can zhrow it out zhere. Or you can pull back, zhen wave it out zhere vith the pole." Thinking it better to just throw it, he grabbed the hook and chucked it out to the sea as far as he could. The line steadied, as best as it could considering the waves were still strong for the time of year.

He let go of the woman, though he did so partially unwillingly. It was nice to have a friend fishing, even if it was not a very active kind of thing to do. The line he had tied before was still, not jerking about with a fish yet. He reclined against the big rock, relaxing, even as he kept a touch on his own line. Anann held onto the rod, and the Russo smiled up at her. "Zhe ozher side? You mean in Russia?" he asked, blinking at her because of the summer sun between the clouds. "It is more like a town. Less loose, like here. Ve had a large building for all of us. Tighter family. Family is everyzhing zhere. Most men fish in zhe freezing sea. Women stayed home with zhe children and to keep zhe house and vhatever ve grew in zhe garden."

Chuckling, he thought back. "But I have an aunt zhat is different. She fishes vith zhe men. You remind me of her. If ve were different, she vould have been a warrior." Suddenly, the woman cried out, her hands tightening over the pole as it began to jerk a bit. A fish! Good! Rising, rather sluggishly, he laughed. "Calm down. If it gets avay, zhere are plenty more fish in zhe sea." He put his hands on her shoulder, watching the line make splashes in the water whenever the creature pulled toward freedom. "Vhat you do is reel in for a moment. Zhen you hold firm, zhen reel in, just so zhat zhe fish does not escape. You do zhat, and I vill get zhe net, so do not stop until zhe fish is out of zhe vater," he whispered into her ear, eyes firmly planted on the water.

Anann Kelevra · 07-27-2010, 12:44 PM

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Sorries I make you wait forever and a day! ilu!!!
feel free to pp the catching/losing of the fish if you want.

In truth it hadn't taken very long at all for Anann to get her first bite on the line. Surely just beginners luck. Though the honeyed woman had no experience with the wait that fishing was capable of putting a would-be fisherman through for a nibble of the line. Had she not been listening intently to the Russian, it might not have surprised her so. She rod gripped firmly in her hands, she stood quite ridged. Not knowing what else to do with the rod and reel in her hands and the fish fighting on the end of her line. She looked to Anatoliy, feeling the warmth of his hand on her shoulder. His instructions were whispered in her ear and for a moment she found herself distracted again by his closeness and the warmth of his breath tickling her ear. A strong pull from the end of the rod quickly reminded her of what they were doing. She gave a nod, and started reeling in the line, holding when the fish fought the line. Like this? Giving a glance over her shoulder at the man. A grin across her face, even though the fish was still far from caught.

If you traded sea waters and boats for plains and horses, fishing for raising livestock, it seemed that they had not grown up in worlds all too different. Anann also lacked the blood relatives that Anatoliy seemed unable to escape, but that hadn't meant she was without all sense of family. Rem had always been family in her heart as well as many others that had been left behind. It sounds like home, except for the sea and fishing part. She said with a laugh, still reeling in the line, when the fighting beat on the end of the line allowed. She couldn't help but wonder if he planned to go back some day. Anann would never return to Tosawi and she had her own reasons for that. Do you think you will ever go back? She found the idea that he might one day leave for the far away shore to be a saddening one.

Anatoliy Russo · 08-02-2010, 07:23 PM

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Anatoliy smiled softly, knowing she probably thought it as strange as he did that he had plenty of family here, even though he had gone across a land and sea. She, however, was more or less alone. Except for that stallion she had with her. Rem certainly seemed like a guardian for the woman, if not a friend. Actually, the Russo was wondering where the creature had ambled off to. Maybe he found a pretty mare for himself at the stables? That was an amusing thought and almost brought forth a chuckle from the Russian. More questions came for him, but Anatoliy only bit back his responses as he watched her do what he described for her. The fish was fighting; it was strong. It would definitely be a big one, if they could only catch it. "Keep reeling!" he encouraged, watching it get closer. He moved away from her, feeling the heat disappearing. It was kind of odd to him that he wanted to get back close to her. No, no, that was not a though to deal with now.

Anatoliy got the net, crouching by the edge of the water. "No. I don't zhink zhat I vill. I have family here. And I have good friends. I vould not vant to leave zhem or you." Not to mention, the thought of leaving this interesting lady was a little harder to think about than he cared for. He was attracted to her, that much he knew, but he could not move on something like that, no when he had no idea. Maybe he should focus on the fishing at hand. Tongue sticking out in concentration, he watched the fish thrash at the surface, shiny scales. With any other woman, the Russo would have held on to the fishing pole, but he trusted Anann to hold onto the rod despite the jerking creature and then the weight of it once it was clear of the water. From what he saw of the glimpses, it was a striped sea bass. It cleared the water line, and the Russo lunged the net into the water and under the bass. Yet, Anatoliy leaned too far in, plunging in head first with the net still in his hands. He came up sputtering, hand gripping the rim of the net to cover the fish inside. The bass squirmed still, fiercely. Jutting the fish in the net up at Anann, he spit out sea water trying to communicate, "Take it! Take my knife and cut it above zhe eye!" It would be the fastest way to kill the fish.

Anann Kelevra · 08-10-2010, 09:51 AM

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There was a look of seriousness and determination on the fem's face as she focused on the task at hand. Occasionally casting a glance towards Anatoliy to make sure she wasn't doing something wrong. It was taking longer to get the fish to the water's surface that she had anticipated. Surely they hadn't thrown out that much line had they? But as Anatoliy crouched at the edge of the water with the net at the ready, Anann could see the shadowy image of the fish as it neared the water's surface. Though is was not coming very willingly at all.

Anann was not oblivious to the fact that she was attracted to the Russian man. Oh no, she had been painfully aware of it since the day she had first met him. At first she had taken it as simple physical attraction. She had always liked big men, but never had the freedom of choice. As of yet, she had been unable to squash the growing feelings, as she had grown quite capable of pushing away simple feelings of attraction with ease. There was also the sense of relief she felt at knowing he did not plan to leave, not to mention the odd feeling that was brought on by his say he did not want to leave her. It brought a warm smile to her face, but she said nothing. He had said good friends and perhaps that was all they were. She supposed that was enough, even if it did leave her craving more.

As the thoughts had tumbled through her mind, the fish had grown steadily closer. As it broke the surface of the water, Anann could feel its full weight on the end of the bowing rod. The net in Toliy's hand's shot out under the fish. However, the net was not the only thing to go into the water after the fish as the rest of wolf beside her quickly followed the net into the water. At first she wondered if his dive had been intentional, though when he came up sputtering, she figured not. A hand came up to her muzzle in an attempt to hide the amused smirk. She took the netted fish as it was thrust in her direction. In her first attempt to grab the fish, the inexperienced fisherman was met with the painful jab of one prey's bony spines. Wincing slightly, Anann looked at the creature a little more closely, before again grabbing hold of it, with the spines pressed firmly the thrashing fish's back and sides. Instead of going for Anatoliy's blade, Anann unsheathed her own knife, quickly dealing the killing blow to the struggling fish. The knife wiped clean and put away, she turned to see if Toliy needed any help getting back up on their little outcropping, a broad grin of triumph on her face.

Anatoliy Russo · 08-29-2010, 04:26 PM

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He was dripping wet standing midriff deep in the cold water. The air above was warm enough to almost balance out the chill everything submerged felt. Anann ignored his knife, preferring her own; he had forgotten she was just as well equipped as he was. Again, she surprised him, testing his conventional idea of a woman. Even though he had grown up with fisherwomen and strong bodied females, he had noticed more and more of that gender to be softer, more gentle. That was why Anann was such a refreshing change to him. She was pretty, gorgeous if he was being honest with himself, and she was a fighter. That spirit was so attractive to him, not that he would admit it. But he was not about to admit a lot of things; so much was buried under that not so Russo mug of his.

The fish was dead in the woman's hand; a clean kill. Smiling, he covered his knife and proceeded to scramble onto the rock. Were he any smaller and it would have been harder to get up. But his height and brawn helped him get to his feet on the stone. "Anann!" he laughed, knowing fully well he had embarrassed himself with his drop into the water. Self control partially gone, Anatoliy rushed in to wrap his arms around her, ignoring the fish in her hands. He pulled back after a moment, suddenly aware of himself. He was soaking wet, again. He pulled his own hands underneath hers, looking at the fish instead of at her pretty face. "You caught one. How does it feel?" he asked, grinning up as he met her eyes with his golden ones. God, why was he suddenly feeling so embarrassed? There were feelings of attraction for her, but it was not like they were mutual.

Anann Kelevra · 09-12-2010, 03:12 PM

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look! its a reply!! omg!!! <333

Anann was quite proud of herself. She hadn't much idea of what fishing was going to be like. She was surprised at the challenge it had been, not expecting the fish to fight as it had. Her face was beaming as she turned to find Toliy, fish in hand. She had meant to help him out of the water, but he seemed to have do so all on his own as she was quickly wrapped in his arm. With the fish still in her hands there was little she could do to return the jester. It was a bit of shock, not mere because of the quickness of his embrace but also the cool wetness of his fur. Though she did not shy from his touch her mind was beginning to wonder at the intent of it. Physical contact was nothing something she often shared in abundance, but around this man she found herself craving it.

Back home Anann had never allowed her to feel such things, not for any other than her intended mate. His refusal to come with her had freed her from that obligation and now she found herself unable to control such emotions. At least, in this case. Her attraction the prior king had been easy enough to squash. Still, she was unable to judge whether she could trust such feelings. Not wanting to give into something that was driven by only lust. And what her feelings were only one sided?

For the brief moment that Anatoliy held her in his arm, Anann had gotten lost in her thoughts. Snapping back to the here and now as pulled away, his hand trailing to her own. Her dark brown eyes falling downward at their the hands and the fish she had caught before locking on Toliy's golden orbs. "Its a lot of fun!" She had rather enjoyed the struggle reeling in the fish, though she was not sure how much she would enjoy the wait for the bite without such good company. "Is it a big one?" She was curious how she had done. The fish seemed plenty large to her, but was used to seeing the smaller, inland variety of bass.

Anatoliy Russo · 09-12-2010, 04:43 PM

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Even though pulling her out of his arms had felt like the wrong thing to do, the Russo knew that an embrace kept for any longer would been awkward for the both of them, and raise questions that need not be raised. Looking at the fish, he cocked his head to the left, and to the right. An examination of the fish confirmed what the fight had suggested. It was a big fish. Of course, it did come from the sea and not a river or lake. If it had been a deep sea fish, it would have been more massive - if they had been lucky to land something like that, naturally.

Now he was still aware of his hands cupping Anann's, but he fought back the urge to rub his thumbs against the side of her hand as he would have were he holding them like a sweetheart's. Anatoliy himself was unsure of his feelings, having never taken interest in anyone before, if that was what this was. Interest? Was he interested in this woman or was it just strong sibling feelings? No, could not be, not when he had his own siblings to compare the emotions too. This was full blown attraction for the strong, pretty woman. God, he wanted to ask her what it was, but what if it ruined their friendship? No, he could not do that. So he would merely smile at her and keep on going as he had.

"Yes. It is a marvelous fish, Anann. And it vill be very good cooked over zhe fire." He looked at the fish again, just to keep from staring at her eyes any longer. "I am zhinking zhat it vill be a light meal for zhe two of us, but I don't mind if you don't," Anatoliy looked up, meeting her gaze once more. Then he let go of her hands and looked away. He grinned still, but he moved to take his things from the rocks. "You can use zhe net to take zhe fish, so you don't have to carry it in your hands," he suggested in his accented tones, hands beginning to fill up with their things.

Anann Kelevra · 09-12-2010, 10:06 PM

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Anatoliy cocked his head this way and that as he examined her catch. Anann's face beamed as he confirmed it was indeed a sizable catch. Anann nodded when he commented it would be a light meal for two. "That'd be just fine." It had been fun, but she was getting hungry and wasn't really sure she wanted to wait until they were able to catch another fish. She was beginning to feel a bit foolish, being that all she ever really managed to do was grin and nod her head like an idiot when Toliy was around. Though she found it hard not to smile when she was around him.

He broke away from her and started to gather up his things. Anann put the fish in the net at his suggestion and rinsed her hands of in the sea water. Once they had everything gather, Anann rested the net over her shoulder heading inland. "Thank you, Toliy. I had a lot of fun today," she said once they had got headed back towards her cabin. She was glad he had come by this morning, offering her a day at the shore. She certainly hoped it wouldn't be the last time.

As the cabin came into sight Anann froze, stopping dead in her tracks. Rem was waiting out in front of the cabin and the friesian stallion looked none too happy at all. Until now Anann had forgotten completely about their ritual morning ride. What with Anatoliy showing before she had even gotten out of bed. "Look's like Daddy's home." She was not sure how he would react to this situation, finding that she abandoned her morning training for a day with the Russian man.

Anatoliy Russo · 09-12-2010, 10:25 PM

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All the things were bundled up in his arms; his pants were still moist, but he ignored it. Anatoliy walked beside the golden woman, smile across his face like some fool. Even if he had made a mockery of himself by tumbling into the water like an unbalanced puppy. But it seemed as though Anann did not mind one bit that he had been so utterly ungraceful. For that, he was so grateful; it meant that she liked him enough to forsake his dumb moments. Well, not that the Russian had many public dumb moments - there were many more in private.

She thanked him, and the Russo gave a quick look of surprise at her. His golden eyes widened slightly as they turned onto her. "I am very glad. I vill take you out more, especially vhen zhe next spring comes around and I fix up a boat of mine own." He wanted to take her out and do some deep sea fishing, where they could catch something grander, maybe see whales if they came up this far. "It had to be done, Anann. You can't live in zhis kind of place and not know zhe sea," he said, half serious, half joking.

The grin fell off his face as he saw who was waiting for them after they cleared the distance from the beach to the house. He gave a light chuckle at the golden woman's joke, pulling a mildly concerned face. "And here I vas zhinking zhat ve would get back before him. I am hoping zhat he von't beat me for taking you avay." They came up to the stallion, and the Russo stood a little bit back, respectfully of course. "I hope zhat you do not mind," he said, very directly at Rem. "I did not mean to take Anann avay from you zhis morning."

Anann Kelevra · 09-12-2010, 10:56 PM

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As far as Anann had been able to tell this far, Rem had no apparent distaste for Anatoliy. Had the stallion any ill feelings for the Russian wolf they would have been clearly shown by this point, would they not? "No such luck, I'm afraid." As the pair approached the cabin it was clearly Anann that he stared down and not her companion. His tail thrashed behind him, a clear sign of his annoyance. "Be on your toes." Anann truly had no idea of what to expect, they should be ready for anything. Anann quickened her pace, getting a few steps ahead of Anatoliy. "Rem, I.. She tried to explain, but he walk by her, brushing her as he passed. His tail swatting at her. She could only watch as he approached Toliy and stuck his nose in the wolf's face after he had finished speaking, taking a deep sniff of his scent and blowing it back in his face. Though it was not a snort, and it was as close and personal of greeting as Rem was known to give. Anann however, would have to pay for this transgression tomorrow. For now the stallion took his leave of the two. He was not as naive to what was going on as the two wolves might be.

"That went..well" Anann said a little perplexed, a confused look on her face as she watched the stallion walk away. How ever she had expected him to react, that had not quite been it. "There is a fire pit dug in the back. Let me grab a flint and steel real quick." She said as she set the netted fish down, heading inside for said items, as well as her stash of salt and pepper. Oh, and she could not forget the rum! Once she had gathered the small arm load of things she grabbed the awaiting fish and headed around the cabin toward the fire pit.

Anatoliy Russo · 09-12-2010, 11:12 PM

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He stood shock still as the horse approached him. Anatoliy was afraid the black stallion was going to headbutt him to the ground and proceed to threaten to crush him beneath his bulk. But all he did was take in his smell and blow air back at him. As the big creature walked away, the Russo gave an utterly confused look as he watched Rem leave. He heard Anann in one ear, but he was so baffled at the horse's reaction. He could have sworn he was going to get bitten, at least. "...So... does zhat mean he does not mind?" asked the Russian, his confused look shifting on the golden woman. "I am feeling almost disappointed. I vas expected to come out bleeding or bruised."

Thank goodness he was fine though. Anatoliy nodded at the woman, moving to the fire pit. The things were laid out as best as they could and the Russo hung up his pants to dry more. Maybe after cooking the fish he would smoke dry it, even if it would smell like the smoke until he gave it a proper wash. He found some wood near by and plopped it down by the dug out pit that looked as though it had already been used. Arranging the firewood in a circle in the indent, the Russo looked up as Anann came back, with fish, spices, and drink. He gave a wide smile at him. "Lovely sight I see. Food, drink, and a pretty lady." Oh, he was flirting, he was aware. Hopefully she would not protest.

Anann Kelevra · 09-12-2010, 11:36 PM

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Anann was glad for Rem's reaction, but she had expected something a little more dramatic from the stallion as well. A bite was the least one had to worry about, as the large stallion was more than capable of crushing bones if he so felt the need. "Oh, he is pissed we didn't go for a morning ride. But no, he doesn't mind you it would seem." Anann had learned there were few limits when it came to his protective nature and so it must obviously be that Anatoliy was not something he was concerned in protecting Anann from. Rem had always had a blatant disdain for Keese, which he had felt the need to show at every given opportunity.

The gathered items in her arms, Anann felt her cheeks warm at his words. Very much the warrior, Anann was quite unaware of her own feminine beauty and while she was used to such flattery, she found there was something much different about it when it came from the tall brunette. "Only the very best the kingdom has to offer!" Not being at all clear as to which exactly she was referring to, the ever present smile still in place upon her maw. Crouching down next to him she set down the fish and spices. Handing Anatoliy the flint and steel, she proceeded to pull the cork from the bottle she still held, pulling the first swig from the bottle. The drink burned as it went down, warming her core. She took another swig from the bottle as the fire was started, then passed the bottle to Anatoliy. "Now, how do we prepare this fish?"

Anatoliy Russo · 09-12-2010, 11:52 PM

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He kept smiling up at her, ever the idiot with that grin. Her words made him raise an eyebrow as he gave her a curious look. What had she meant by that one? It was up to interpretation and he was enjoying his version of it. "Only zhe absolute best vill do," he countered, just as vague. Flint and steel in hand, he focused on striking the two together, setting light sparks into the wood. It was taking a little while, too long for him, and he furrowed his brows in frustration as he struck harder at a couple of thicker pieces of wood with more of the cores exposed. It started to smoke and he blew at it, piling on small, tiny twigs, then more and more twigs until the sparks were small flames. He grinned, fanning at the wood a bit with his hand to build the flame. It was pretty smokey, but that only meant that the fish would have a more woodsy taste.

The Russian gladly took the drink and took a quick pull of it. It was a nice taste, even if it stung a bit. He was still grinning as he handed the bottle back and took the salt and pepper she had brought out with her. Those were placed before him as the fire began to build up. "Vell, it might be more of an experiment for us. I vas never terrific at zhis part," he admitted, a bit embarrassed. "But I am zhinking zhat ve'll figure it out fast, yah?" He repeated what he saw his family do with fish; he pulled out his knife and created a series of cuts down the sides with the point of the blade angled into the fish. Thankfully, the knife was clean so he was not worried about other animal blood touching the inner flesh of the fish. "I zhink zhat my mozher rubbed zhe fish down vith salt and rubbed some into zhe cuts so it vould reach zhe insides." He was already feeling hot from the fire and the presence of Anann beside him, but the drink was beginning to exacerbate it a bit. Anatoliy reached for the bottle of rum as he handed off the fish to her, since the man did not want to rub the fish down with hands that had touched wood and dirt.

God, Anann was so close to him. Maybe it was the drink in him that was already burning through his logic, but he wanted to run his hand from her shoulder down her arm, to her hands. Of course, he would not; he was not remotely drunk enough to be so crass and uncouth with a lovely woman. "So, how have you been here? You settled into zhe house vell, yeah?" he asked nonchalantly, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere. "How about zhe ozher people in zhe pack? Meet anyvone nice? Interesting?" He sent her a sidelong glance, even as his hands snapped twigs in two to throw into the fire.

Anann Kelevra · 09-13-2010, 01:05 AM

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The wood proved to be a bit reluctant to light. Though Anann imagined few would be able to create a flame from the first strike of the flint. It was long before there were the first signs of smoke and the faintest glow of fire which Toliy encouraged into to larger and larger flames. It would have to burn for a bit yet before it was ready for the fish. Had it been a bounty from the land, Anann would have little question in how to prepare it, but with the fish she would need a bit of guidance.

Though Anann took another pull from the bottle as she watched Anatoliy prepared the fish by cutting a series of slices across the fish. "I'm sure we'll make due." The drink no longer burned, its warm glow starting to spread over her like a fog. Having a basic idea of how she was to season the fish, she applied a bit of salt, rubbing it over over the fish and into the cuts Toliy had made. "Like so?" She asked, for even if he claimed he was not terrific at this part of the meal, Anann was certain he still held more experience at it than herself. Flipping the fish over she rubbed the other side similarly, look up briefly at Toliy as he spoke. "It's still pretty plain and bare inside, but it's home." There was much to be done yet, before she would call it finished. It was nice to have a place of her own though, somewhere other than the stables to lay her head. The fish was ready for the fire, she place on the spit and placed it over the fire.

Anann had meet quite a few of her pack mates, at least she figured she had. Though she wasn't sure if there were any that she had gotten to know that Anatoliy hadn't at least met in passing. For most of those that Anann knew had been present at either the pack hunt or building of her cabin, if not both. "Heath is perhaps my closest friend. You met him during the building of the cabin, he worked with Rem and Stark. She paused thinking. "Niro of coarse, oh and then there is Haven, the pack's Knight. We are going to have a sparring match sometime!" She was excited for the chance to practice with her swords. Having wiped her hands clean with some grass, which was then discarded in the now blazing fire, she grabbed the bottle of rum, taking yet another swig. "What about you?" She sat the bottle between them, her hand just happening to fall so that a couple of her fingers rested atop his own. The touch was a spark and left her wishing something more. Her hand remained still, reminding herself that she was leaving all the moves up to him. Not wanting to push something that was a one sided attraction.

Anatoliy Russo · 09-13-2010, 07:54 PM

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He watched her season the fish, though there was nothing he would have done differently from her. More and more twigs fell upon the flames, which were greedy as they attempted to devour the wood, climbing higher and hotter. "You could find zhings to decorate it wizh in Lunenburg or Halifax." Anann was more of a traditional girl, he noticed, but it was not something he was against. It was a nice change from the pretty European girls who liked their skirts and jewelry, which was definitely at odd ends with his upbringing. Though, he did like it when a girl knew that she was pretty and would accept a compliment in that sense. Not that this golden woman had waved off any of his. "You could ask somevone to make a painting or art. Or somezhing," he offered, unsure of what people liked to decorate their homes with.

Suddenly, the Russo grew silent, listening to both Anann and the snap of the burning wood in the fire. His golden eyes were focused on the red glow before him as he felt the woman take a drink of the rum. "Oh. So many," he commented, noticing that none of those mentioned were female. How many male friends had the woman made that were not him? That sounded so heartless coming from his own mind. Anatoliy almost gave an audible sigh at his surprising jealousy, but turned it into a sharper exhale as he felt Anann's fingers on his hands. He gazed down at them, then up at the woman. "No, not many. Mostly more family zhat I vas not avare of." The Russo realized he had not made many new friends here. But it was alright for him; he liked having few friends; more people to focus on.

Using his farthest hand, the brunette took the bottle, letting her fingers rest on his other hand. He took a quick drink from the bottle and hastily put it back down. Suddenly, his hand took up Anann's and then ran up her arm in the touch he had been wanting to do. Softly, he ran his ran his fingers up and down her upper arm, right arm slowly reaching and coming to her face. "Anann... you are so very pretty," he whispered, voice a bit husky from the smoke - or was it his nerves? Anatoliy leaned, and kissed her briefly, before abruptly pulling away, hands and face, to look away at the fire.

"I.. I am sorry." His gaze remained away from her, embarrassed as he was. "I von't do zhat again," added the Russian, rising to his feet. He could not meet her eyes. "I am zhinking... I should go." He did not want to, but he could not really face himself now. Biting a lip, Anatoliy moved away from the fire, wishing he could keep on going down the path he had begun, but he could not. He was afraid she would tell him that one of those other men she mentioned meant something to her that he did not. It scared him.

Anann Kelevra · 09-14-2010, 11:53 AM

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I go overboard too, kay?

There was a lot of different things Anann needed yet for her home. A proper bed for one, as well as a few other basics. It would call come together in time she figured. "Actually, I ran into an artist from the Crimson Dreams pack, Mati. She wanted a new bag, so we've arranged a trade. I just haven't decided what kind of painting I want." Her attention still focused on the fish she was seasoning as she spoke. It wouldn't take Anann too long to sew together a leather bag for her new friend. "Any ideas?" She asked the Russo, tossing him a quick glance.

Anann had spent most of her life living in a man's world. So she thought nothing of the fact that it was more often than not that she found herself in the company of the opposite sex rather than of her own gender. It was just that she seldom found that she had much in common with other women. It was not solely men she had met, but they were the vast majority of those in her life. "I suppose. This place is so much smaller than the home I came from." She supposed she had met a good portion of the pack, even if it was mostly the men and not their mates. But Anatoliy was the only one to win her affections. Even if he was completely unaware of such a thing. "I find your abundance of family quite amusing. Traveling half way around the world and still surrounded by familiar faces, it must be nice."

She couldn't have asked for a better day. Especially now, sharing a bottle of rum with a handsome wolf. The warmth, not only of his company, but the crackling fire. As well as the rum that spread a delicious glow of warmth through he core. Feeling his hand take her, her smile broadened, though her eyes remind on the fire. At least until she felt his hand begin to run up her. Fingers tracing through the finer fur there. It excited her, that he was becoming a little bit bolder, as she turned to at him. The husky tone of his voice as he whispered such sweet words, his hand on her cheek. She was but putty in his hands as he leaned forward touching his lips to hers, too stunned to return the gesture.

As quickly as it had come together, it fell apart as he pulled away from her. What? What had she done? She was completely dazed due to both his actions and partially the alcohol. Her hand tried to find his as he stood, but her actions were slowed, delayed and she grabbed at nothing but air. Eyes trying to search a face that would not look at her for some sort of understanding as to what had just happened. "Toliy?" Climbing to her own feet she called after him. "Toliy, wait..please." She couldn't just let him leave like this, not now.

Anatoliy Russo · 09-14-2010, 12:17 PM

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300+ figure we can close it up soon :o? also, I laugh at how dumb Toliy is

He paused in his steps, even if all that he desired was to flee like a coward with his tail between his legs. Her voice was not yelling, it was not indignant, but still the man did not turn. Still he did not look back at her, even if it would be a look of apology. There were things he felt he had to do, if he wanted to have any sort of intimate relationship with anyone. And now, he felt he had skipped so many crucial steps that if it were a cake, it would come out as boiling soup. Anatoliy felt that he had made the biggest mistake, letting drink weaken his inhibitions and morals and ideals to the point where he would just jump. He was a man who liked to take things slow, but still in an ordered way. Anatoliy was not akin to his father; there could only ever be a single woman for him.

Fool, he chastised himself, fully aware he was not sober if his vision held any indication to his state of intoxication. Coward. The Russo just wanted to tell her his feelings, to demand she tell him what she thought of him. But he could not face Anann, even though he had noticed she had not pulled away, but nor had she reacted to him. Anatoliy mistook her pleased surprise for confusion and shock. Even though he was fully an adult, he felt like such an inexperienced child now. His slightly inebriated mind began to pull together strands of thoughts into a mess; maybe he had misread the signs? Maybe he moved to fast? (Even though, he honestly wanted to move faster with Anann than he had ever imagined.)

No. He would run, and then blame his actions on the drink they shared. That would work, right? "I... should still go back. I might be missed zhere." He knew his excuse was flimsy; he would never have visited if he would have been preoccupied later that day. "I vill see you later, Anann," he muttered, voice soft as he spoke her name. Now his feet unlocked and he moved away from the woman rising to reach out for him. But he did not see it, having never looked back to see her grasping hands.

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