Water into Wine, Cave into Home

Liev Morozov · 01-16-2011, 09:25 PM

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Yadda yadda yadda OOC rant Blergh 8P

A month. It was a lot, but he had used that month well. When Theodore left him on his room and almost ran off, he barely felt at home. It was just a big hole in stone and dirt. Like many of the burrows his own pack did underground, to hide from the blizzards. Just that they were much, much colder and wet with the ice melting lightly.

But now, looking around, it actually remembered of the occupied burrows. He did his best not to make it too close from his own, since he was trying to start over.

On the entrance, he had placed a huge polar bear pelt he had been using as a cloth for his tents in order to make a curtine. It was very worn out, but still useful. With some sticks and branches, and some wires, he pulled out a hanger, to plae his coats and his belt. In the walls, he dug some spaces to place his books and gears. In the farthest corner of the den, there was an empty space, which he placed his bed in. It was just a mattress made with multiple pelts stitched together and stuffed with wool, hay and dry leaves. The pillow was made in the same way, and the blankets were thick pelts of bears, stitched in layers to make it thicker. In order to separate his "bedroom" from the rest of the den, he braided sereval straps of leather, cloth and branches to make a thick veil, in a style known as "hippie curtains", falling down vertically from the roof and down to the floor. Through the entirety of the burrows, there were tables made from fallen logs and chairs made of tree stomps. In some tables, were alchemic materials and utensiles. In others, witchcraft itens, such as potions, statues and spices. One, even, held many maps and instruments of navigation. In one, however, was such a leather piece and surrounded with 4 stomps. A meeting table, for visits. Not for work. In the end of the hall, between the entrance to his bedroom and the rest, he dug up a small hole and placed some rock in an ordely manner - in order to support food, caldrons or whatever - surrounding the hole, in which he filled with some dry wood. Maybe this would turn into a fire. Maybe not. The tiny crack above said place was too small to let out all the smoke, but he'd deal with that later, if even possible.

All in all, it looked quite warm and welcoming.

He sighed in relief to be finally done, and sat down in one of the stomps, letting his weight fall from his back to the table behind him. All that work had tired him, in the very least. He wished so badly to have a nap, but knew better than that. He wasn't a greedy, laid-back guy. Much in the contrary! He hadn't reached the title of Captain for sitting back and letting others do his work. Which reminded him he had duties on his new home. Once hwe had finally settled down, there was no reason to delay said duties any further. In fact, working a bit might actually put the Russian back on his tracks.

Before leaving his room, he looked around again, and pictured all the possible things that might happen there. Cooking food on the fire, working on his reseaches, bringing over some friends for supper, reading his books... So many sceneries, and all of them looked much real than all of his memories back at Czarova, his old pack. How?

Well, maybe he had never been truly happy there, after all. Maybe... General Winter was right all along. he belonged here, and here only.

A happy, glad sigh escaped his lips before waving off a space through his leather "door" and into the dark tunnels. Most were still empty, but he knew he wasn't the only one there either. Would anyone be in the Common Room? He shrugged, and took his way through the dark stone halls to the great hollow not far from there.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 01-26-2011, 05:24 PM

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Yay for puppies!

“Dad! Food dad! Food dad!” The high-ringing voice called out as Larkspur trailed after it, carrying the remains of a rabbit in his right hand. Around his feet, and really in every place but by his side, the black boy darted to and fro. He had finally begun to look more like a puppy and less like a rolly-polly ball of fuzz, as had his sisters. They were both contently having “mommy time”, and Larkspur had been charged with his son for the day. So he had allowed the boy to come outside for a little bit of time and let him ride with him during this stay. The children were finally becoming comfortable around his horse, which made Larkspur happy. He enjoyed riding, and hoped one day they might as well.

Of course, the whining had begun not long ago. Cold, hungry, tired. So they had come inside and he had gone searching in the food area for a small meal. While the deer they had hunted previously was still available, Larkspur had taken the rabbit. He would eat later—this was a large meal for the boy, and would probably put the hungry and tired complaints to rest.

They entered the common room and Larkspur began tearing away pieces of the meat. His children were still used to having food regurgitated, so rabbit was an obvious choice to begin teaching them otherwise. It was soft enough that the boy could eat without much issue, though the many fine bones were worth Larkspur chewing the thing up before he handed it over. Pandemic ate the meat happily, occasionally piping up with a single worded praise of ‘food’ or ‘dad’, but aside from that the pair were quiet and enjoying the fire as it dried the snow from their pelts.

Liev Morozov · 01-26-2011, 06:13 PM

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Yadda yadda yadda OOC rant Blergh 8P

There was someone, indeed. Two wolves, both males, though the age difference was more than clear. judging for their scents, they were father and son, and relatives to Naniko. The dark, older one was chopping out pieces of a fresh prey - a rabbit, actually - and handing it to the small pup.

The large male, though just one year older than the father, was still a freshman in the pack, and respect with his fellow pckmates was a must in the Russian's mind. He lowered his ears flat in his skull, only visible thanks to the difference of color between the chocolate brown ears and the pale blonde mane. Tail hung loose behind his back, but his eyes were aimed at both the boy and the man. His slow approachs seemed endless at first, but then he found himself just a yard away. Stopping, he lowered his head in a bow. "Good evening, sirs." The foreign man greeted both Anathemans, and rose his head once again. I'm Liev Morozov, one of the new Zepars. Pleased to meet you both." Thick accent in the deep yet gentle voice ressounded on the wide chamber. And yes, he'd treat the child as respectfully as the older black man unless stated otherwise. Respect and politeness came first of all things in the man's mind, as well as obedience and honor. Besides, as far as he knew, the pup could of be the next Angelo. Who knows? He had just been introduced in the pack, and he knew the minimun, if not nothing at all, about Anathema.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 01-26-2011, 07:31 PM

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A noise caused the black wolf to look up, but the face he saw was not that of an enemy so no aggression showed itself. His son, likewise, looked up but only momentarily before continuing with his meal. Larkspur grunted and nodded at the foreigner. “Larkspur D’Angelo. This is m’son Pandemic.” The boy looked up again at his name, but his mouth was still working with the food and he said nothing. Larkspur smiled fondly at the lanky puppy and looked up to the gray wolf.

“I saw y’at th’ hunt,” he added, recognizing the man. “M’afraid I ain’t been out much outsida that, kids keepin’ me busy n’at.” He chuckled a little, then ripped the rabbit’s leg from its body with one tug. Under his thick fur, an equally impressive build remained toned from work. He had been planning on building a larger paddock but realized soon he needed to wait for the summer for any new construction to begin.

Liev Morozov · 01-31-2011, 09:57 AM

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Yadda yadda yadda OOC rant Blergh 8P

Lakspur? Yes, he remembered the blackish man from the hunt as well. And he knew he had offspring, but that was all. "Yessir, I remember you too. And nice to meet you, Pandeminc." He spoke, lastly talking to the pup, which had returned to his meal. The smile his father gave his emanated sheer happiness. And the Russian couldn't help but to smile at that as well. To him, pups were the future of the world and source of joy for anybody. Back in Czarova, pups were treated highly by everyone, though their tutors surly did not allow that to go up their heads.

Not sure what so say next, he reminded how his ears were beginning to whistle, thanks to all the popping they were doing. Yes, the storm. he shoulld warn him in order to keep the pups safe. "Sir, I'm afraid I have to warn you, in the sake of your children." he spoke, then sat with his legs crossed, just a few feet away from them. "I believe a big storm is building up not far from here. Being quite sensitive to change in the atmosphere pressure, I can tell that much. Therefore, I'd suggest you, sir, to keep the pups inside the caves, at least until the storm is gone." He spoke, his accented voice filled with an urgent tone. He then glanced to the little pup, truly afraid for his safety.

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