Creepy Crawlers of the Sea

Anatoliy Russo · 01-01-2012, 08:14 PM

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Set sometime in the afternoon near the shore.

Unfortunately for the pack he called home, Anatoliy was not there that day to handle any matters, nor could he keep his beloved company. Well, the man was not in demand but he still liked to be reachable by anyone who needed him. However, this was a mission of utmost importance to him. He had to do it and it was a matter only he would deal with. While plenty of others were better at foraging and scavenging compared to his skills, but he was the only one who knew what it was to look for. He wanted crab and lobster cages to find and replicate for the pack. Any additional source of food during the summer months would not go amiss, nor would anything to bolster the stock during winter's months of plenty game. Plus it would keep the Russo busy in a pack he had no business in other than supporting his Luna, his Anann. As much as he felt like an outsider to the pack of warriors, he still wanted to help in any way he could. And Anatoliy was only good at a few things, and most of those revolved around the sea and her bounties.

The boat was safely stored in a shack by the sea on the land's territory, so it was safe from greedy hearts and sticky fingers. But the man took his fishing gear as well as lengths of rope. He sought to find lobster traps to copy later on, and the rope was to secure them together on his return trip. The fishing line and bait was for a break during the day and a way to get an easy meal while he searched old sea-side piers and homes. It was going to be hard, especially since Anatoliy didn't expect much. Oh, he should have taken a few samples from Lunenberg before he and Anann left the kingdom. Hitting himself for his lack of foresight, the Russo sat himself at a pier and looked out at the rolling expanse of water. He could make out the other side of the bay, a dark mass across the water. He knew it was Inferni land, from what Silas had told him months and months ago. Anatoliy could go no further, and this was the best he could do.

Sighing in resignation, the Russo secured a length of fishing line to the rotting pier. He wished he had a bell or something so he could know if he hooked a fish or not. Despite that, he secured several hooks to the line with fat worms on the hooks to lure the fish. Hopefully a few fish would bite. If he was lucky, all five hooks would have some sea fish attached. A meal of roasted fish sounded wonderful, but the man had to look while he waited. Leaving the pier behind, he headed toward the nearest sea-side shack, eager to find something of use to him and his pack.

Eclipse Soulstorm · 01-02-2012, 05:48 AM

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Eclipse was in her lupus form running through the cold laden land, feeling as free as any loner. She was in a good mood today and it showed in her bounce and zig zags as she chased after any invisible prey. She had met a few that she had seen before and though there was an encounter she could have lived without, she was still excited in who all she was to meet in the coming days. So when she saw the enormous man... It wasn’t hard to miss him, she stopped mid stride and watched as he set up something out on the old docks. Her eyes went from him, as he left to do whatever it was he was doing, to the line in the water. Why did he leave it? What was it for? Taking her time she changed from her lupus to optime, her ears pressed foreward, she looked to see where the man was and headed for the pole. It was probably a better idea of going to the man but this thing was far more fascinating, besides she wouldn’t touch it, she just wanted to know what it was.

The young girl wasn’t too sure about the pier though and the water below.... she hesitated, the water was not her friend, and had never been one to be friendly towards the young woman, so she carefully walked across the old wooden pier to get a closer look, she felt the wood under her feet shudder and she dropped to all fours. Well it was better this way anyway... the thought, closer look at the amazing contraption, so on her hands and knees the woman moved to the pole and took a harder look at it. There was nothing special about it except the string hanging from it, for she could see that there was string on it, though it was hard. The only way she could tell that it was there was the sun shining on it as she moved to get a closer look. ‘Look, don’t touch’ Was her thoughts. Her eyes slid back to where the wolf had been, but he wasn’t there, he probably moved somewhere else.... her attention was entirely on this interesting wooden contraption, even as plain as it was. She looked in the water where the string had gone but saw nothing in its freezing merky depths. How curious.

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Anatoliy Russo · 01-03-2012, 02:49 AM

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Set sometime in the afternoon near the shore.

The shack proved useful. Anatoliy had managed to dig up the remains of a lobster trap. The rope work was long gone and there was nothing he could do about it. But at least the shape was still preserved in the rotting wood. The Russo tied a string carefully to the frame, trying hard to keep the wood from falling apart under his finger tips. The rest of the shack was completely useless, though he did manage to find a sealed roll of fishing line. He took that with a happy grin, looking almost like a fool with his favorite toy. He carefully carried the frame out of the ramshackle shack and held onto the sealed line with his free hand. The knife at his waist poked at his thigh but it was better that he came protected.

The tall brown man froze just a foot away from the little rotting building, foot half inside the almost collapsing doorway. His brows furrowed as he peered toward the wooden pier where his fishing line was cast. Another figure stood staring at the water as though there was something beneath the surface. Fear bubbled in his heart as the Russo began to run toward the brown figure on the soggy pier. "Don't be touching zhat!" he called out in his thick accent, waving the fishing line at the stranger by what separated him from a growling belly and a satisfying dinner.

Anatoliy approached the pier, ignoring the wooden frame poking into his side as he stepped onto the pier. "Don't touch zhat. Its not a toy for playing." He did not know what the stranger, a female, had wanted to do with the line. She had been staring at it intently when he had first caught that glimpse of her. "Its my line. Is for fishing," he said plainly, accent thick as he looked down on the young woman on four legs. She was terribly far from anywhere. Perhaps she was a coyote from Inferni? "Vhat are you doing here? Is very strange to see somevone valking in zhe middle of novhere." Anatoliy looked at her carefully as he quickly inspected to see that the line was still intact. It was. So he set down the trap frame on the wood and gazed down on the brown young woman.

Eclipse Soulstorm · 01-03-2012, 06:03 AM

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Eclipse had been so intent on what the fishing pole was that her attention left that of the man that had gone into a building. So when she heard his heavy footsteps rushing towards her and the pole and an angry voice call out, Eclipse nearly jumped out of her fur and fell, scooting back away from the tall.... very tall, angry man. She didn’t touch it, she knew it wasnt’ a toy. Her eyes went to the line as he examined it, and then stood over her, her breathing now hard against her chest as she wondered what he was going to do with her. Her eyes were wide and her ears were pinned to her head in fear.

“I- I’m sorry I wasn’t going to touch it I swear, I just wanted to know what it was! I’m sorry!”

She said in a puppyish squeal. She swallowed hard looking up at the man, slowly getting to a crouch, bowing her head to him, letting him know that she wasn’t there to hurt anything, nor in this case destroy anything that didn’t belong to her. This was a lesson to her now though. Go to the owner and just ask, because now she was going to get hurt just for looking at the thing.

“I was just traveling, I’ve come from Ichika no Hoen, I’m just traveling, don’t hurt me please, I didn’t touch it.”

She pleaded, still looking down at he pier, where the water slowly moved back and forth. She was clearly shaken and fearing this large man would just go ahead and eat her in one gulp. Never mind that he told her what it was actually used for, though her mind had registered it, right now there was danger afoot, either from this large man or from the sea that could clearly swallow her up. She had no chance...

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Anatoliy Russo · 01-12-2012, 11:08 PM

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The Russo's shoulders suddenly deflated as he let out a long, heaving sigh. He could not be angry, especially as his line was still secured and taut in the water. The woman was sorry, and had not touched the fishing line. It was not truly a concern for the fishing line or whatever fish might have been on the line at the moment. He was more worried for an all too curious stranger picking at the line and perhaps pulling it out and getting stung by the baited barbed hooks attached to the line. He did not want to be responsible for some too curious pup or young adult getting a hook stuck in their paws or in their cheeks because they did not understand better. As a young one, he had gotten pricked by a hook. Thankfully, it had done nothing more than prick the skin of his paw before he yelped away.

The young woman hunched before him, and the Russo could not help but sigh ever louder. Sitting down on the pier, legs crossed beneath him to keep from scaring the fish below, Anatoliy slouched slightly into his lap. "I'm not going to do any hurting. Is not a problem, since you did not touch." He tugged at the line with an absent finger, feeling it tense and twitching in his mild grasp. There had to be at least one fish on that line. Still, the Russo let his fingers slip away from the line and back to his lap. Coyote gold eyes watched the brown young woman. "I am not going to be biting you. Calm." She was clearly terrified of him, but he was a giant man. "Vhy come so far from home? Is not much here to see." There was nothing much here, that was very true. Why would the woman really bother coming to such a place with nothing but derelict houses and piers? "Are you hungry?" he asked gently, gesturing towards the line with a thumb.

Eclipse Soulstorm · 01-22-2012, 09:08 AM

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To Eclipse’s great relief the man didn’t seem to angry in fact he almost seemed exaspirated at her reaction to him, but the way he ran towards her made her think he was going throw her in the water, and that would have probably been the kindest thing he might have done, but Eclipse didn’t know him and just seeing his face had put fear in her heart. As he sat down though she sat up, slow and steady, not sure how to take him. His words were now calm, and hard to understand, she had to concentrate on him hard. His accent was thick but not too unkind to her ears. She wondered where he came from to have such an accent. She was in a way attracted to it, though it didn’t go any further as she was still quite scared of the man. She watched him tug at the invisible line. She had just barely saw it when she was inspecting it, but if she had been passing through she wouldn’t have made another thought with passing a stick standing lopsided, now she knew it would have been a bad idea, there had to be something on the other side, but what she didn’t know. She was starting to get an idea though.

“There are other packs to the south, I also wanted to visit my birth home... And meet other wolves.”

She said, and in the back of her mind she told herself ‘without angering them and making enemies of them.’ She thought he meant in general coming down south. So she wasn’t sure why he said that there wasn’t much here. She tilted her head at his question and looked at the line and became very aware of what would be at the end of it now. He was fishing? And not with his bare hands? She had to fish with hers, at least it was the only way she knew, her bear mother had taught her, though she tended to stay at shallow ends and never really was able to catch many fish at all. She looked up at Anatoliy with wide eyed wonder.

“Is that what this is? It catches fish?”

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Anatoliy Russo · 01-22-2012, 06:01 PM

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The hefty Russo listened to the girl as she explained why she was here. It was not a silly reason, especially since the Russian was well aware of the desire to visit one's former home. Granted, he was probably never going to visit Arkhangelsk again. There was no reason for him to go, now that he had Anann and had to be here. He could visit his slew of extended relatives and his father, but somehow, the thought of seeing his father's first mate and final one sort of threw that all to pot. He did not want to see the woman who pulled his father away from them, even though he knew he was not one of Rurik's first children. The man had come here with half his siblings and then was joined by Anatoliy himself. How could he want to see her, when he knew nothing of her other than her theft of his father once more?

The young woman changed tack and gestured toward the line of fish (hopefully). Furrowing his brows, the man nodded at her, as though the answer had been obvious all the time. "Vell yes. Vhy vould I stick a line into zhe vater ozhervise?" Grunting slightly, the Russo leaned heavily over to pick up the line slightly. He kept it secured to the wooden dock, to ensure the line staying even if his fingers slipped over the thin and wet strand of fishing line. "Usually vould use just vone hook, but I am not here for a leisurely fishing trip." The man pulled the line out slowly from the water, feeling the tension and how something on the end fought the tugging motion. Slowly pulling the line out, the man saw the flailing motions and caught site of the side stripes. A pair of cod fish. Grinning, he deftly pulled out the line and took out his knife with the other hand. In rapid succession, the Russo cut the fish's gills and gutted them. Laying them wedged between two close boards. The blood seeped out and the Russian looked up at the girl watching.

"Zhat is zhe nasty part of zhe fishing." Leaning over to wash his hands lightly in the salty ocean, the Russo gauged the girl's reaction. "Do you like fish?"

Eclipse Soulstorm · 01-24-2012, 05:55 AM

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The large man’s statement made Eclipse close her mouth, and she felt dumb. She shrugged. She didn’t know why anyone would put a stick in the water. After all she only knew how to fish with her hands, and had heard about net fishing, but not stick fishing. She said nothing though as he pulled at the line. She watched in wide eyed wonder as he pulled out two beautiful shining cod from the water below.

“Like magic!”

She said, though she was too old to believe in magic, it just seemed like he could pull the fish out of nowhere just with a tiny invisible line. She could always think it was magic, but her mind would do the logical thing, as she was now a newer generation of wolves who were beginning to understand more and more of the world around them.

“I know fish are strong, so how can that piece of string hold like it does?”

The girl asked, not disgusted by the gutting of the fish. She had gutted man animals and that included fish. She was a cook after all. She used most of what she got, though left anything out that could harm a wolf. That went outside to be eaten by the scavangers. She smiled at his comment, oh it was gross in many ways, but being used to working with such a thing she wasn’t one to cringe at the sight of it, even when someone else was doing the work.

“Yes, though it is necessary. And yes I like fish, I think my favorite is grilled salmon, put a bit of parley in with it, and it tastes magnificent.”

She wagged her tail at the though. She did eat raw meat, especially when there was no fire, and when one offered her food, and she felt they would be offended if she cooked it. She hoped to do a little work as she had either angered the large man; but she hoped that her next words wouldn’t offend him as many wolves loved their meat raw.

“Do you like yours cooked? I could get a fire started.... maybe you could show me how your fishing contraption works.”

She was excited now, seeing a new way to fish without getting in the water made her excited. She didn’t mean to show it, and she didn’t even know the man’s name either; so this was strange for her. Remembering her manners she spoke again.

“Where are my manners... I’m Eclipse Soulstorm.”

Her eyes had moved up from the fresh fish to the large man who had just gutted them. He was handsome, but there was an air around him that made her think, ‘he’s taken’ but that mattered little to her for she was still just a young woman, not even of full maturity yet.

Anatoliy Russo · 01-24-2012, 05:55 PM

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The Russo chuckled at her exclamation, remember his own childhood experiences with the art of fishing. Then, though, his aunt had taken him out on her boat and forced a rod into his hands and told to him to sit. He managed to nail an Atlantic cod, which the two dead specimens before him were as well. His aunt, pleased that her nephew was a fisherman at heart, sent him to pull in the nets for a crab harvest and had to rescue her half-grown kin from falling headfirst into subarctic waters. The event had not traumatized the young Russo and he had felt an invigorating rush from it all. He had loved shelling the crabs that day and eating them roasted and buttered at home with the rest of his family. They had all laughed at the story of his near plunge, and though he had burned in embarrassment, he had liked the pats on the back he received from the other men. Since then, he had done all sorts of fishing and still loved it.

"Zhis line is not some string. Is specially voven and coated to be strong vith strong fish attached. I don't use many hooks vhen I fish like zhis, but it is handy for quick food." He folded up the entire line, a rather long one as cod were more deep-sea fish, and folded the hooks into oiled leather to keep them from poking through. The fish were still dripping blood, though it had gone down quite a bit. He pinched their upper backs, and was satisfied in their quality. Anatoliy smiled broadly at the girl. "Salmon is very nice, especially soft and vith butter. Ve used to have all kinds of fish soups back in Russia. Now is more red meat, though fish is still lovely to have."

Eying the girl, Anatoliy had noted she was not squeamish about the cutting and gutting, and he approved. There was nothing about it. Some were disgusted by the sight of guts, even though there were plenty of feral relatives out there still chewing down on steaming kill in the snow. "Zhat vould be nice," he said simply, carefully storing his hooks and line, and pulling the trap frames to his back. "Anatoliy Russo," he said pleasantly, nodding at the younger woman. "If you could bring zhem, I'll take zhese." The two of them headed off the dock and to the beach, man carrying his gear and the young woman with the pair of dead fish.

Anatoliy set his things down and silently went into the nearby tree line. Quickly, he managed to snap a few dead tree branches within reach and returned to the beach. He dumped them on the sand unceremoniously and went back for another small load. Returning with that, he laid the sticks on the other small pile. First, though, he selected two stiff thin sticks and put them to the side. They would do for roasting the fish.

Eclipse Soulstorm · 01-24-2012, 09:45 PM

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Eclipse had not had much experience fishing other than in the shallows, but she had enjoyed it when she did learn. To catch a fish bare handed was a skill that took patience and determination. So to learn of a different and less time consuming, at least to her, way of fishing, excited Eclipse. She watched as he put the fishing gear away and he told her to grab the fish. She complied and followed him. As he went out to get the wood for a fire she started scaling the fish, taking a nice knife she had found in a shop a while ago, it was stil sharp and had no rust on it, so she cherished it as a great cooking knife. it was thing, and slanted a little, perfect for scaling and cutting up fish into thinner slices ans making them taste even better. Once he came back with an armful and dropped it she started working on making the fire, leaving the fish on the stone she was working on.

Once she had the fire started she pulled out a frying pan, and found a few mild spices she had procured over the summer and fall. She sprinkled a few on each fish and put them on the pan. then maneuvered the fire and made a makeshift stove in a way to put the pan overtop. It was a traveling grate, that had legs, that were adjustable, it was a neat find, and she was sure to use it where she went. She got lucky because she found most o this stuff in the camping sections of many super markets as well as the resteraunts and stuff for the pans and cook ware. Most of which other wolves hadn’t really ravaged much and time seemed to preserve such things far better than others. She sat crosslegged with the frying pan in her hand and was making sure that it was at the right level for the fire and then waited for Anatoliy to return.

Anatoliy Russo · 01-24-2012, 11:42 PM

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The young woman got the fire started, and the smoke started lightly puffing from the small area they, meaning she, had chosen as the roasting place. He had sat himself down as the woman went to work on the meal and he began to pull out a pouch from one of his pockets. Inside was some dried sage that he had taken and stored for culinary use in the pack he now called home. He had chosen a handful for use on this trip, though it seemed that Eclipse had everything perfectly handled. Pocketing the pouch, the Russo said nothing on it, knowing he'd just season his own fish with his spice so it would not go to waste. The woman cut pieces of the fish off and set them aside, though she rubbed them with spices. He preferred easy on the spices and chose to use sea salt instead. However, either worked for him; it was a meal in his belly after all.

Curiously, he watched her set up the cooking stand. After making adjustments, she pulled out a frying pan - a frying pan! - and started to roast the fish on it. With a stretch, Anatoliy sat himself down beside the fire and watched the embers sparking. The fish sizzled lightly in the skillet as the fat melted out of the tender flesh. The fishy smell rose into the air, overpowering the scent of the ocean. "Vhere did you learn to cook?" he asked, mostly wondering who had taught her; she seemed fairly young to him. But then again, anyone dramatically shorter than he looked younger and he was exceptionally tall. Not that many canines knew how to cook, let alone use spices as well as cooking materials. He himself had been planning on using sticks to roast the fish though it was easier to fry them filleted.

Eclipse Soulstorm · 01-25-2012, 07:33 PM

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Eclipse was busy working on the food to pay attention to Anatoliy. She was in her element here, and it was a bliss almost to match her love for hunting. It was amazing what one could do with food and vegitables, and plants. She could make one thing and add something to it to make it taste almost as though it were a different kind of food. Looking up at his question she said simply.

“Trial and error really. And endless amounts of cookbooks.”

She said, thinking back on her learning of some pretty good recipes. If her mother hadn’t taught her how to read, or started teaching her how, she wouldn’t know. Now it was thanks to the books, on not just cooking but canine recipes. She had learned many things about what she should substitute for old human food, as well as some good recipes for pets, but she made her own additions and subtractions as there wasn’t any “dog food” left. There weren’t many of those recipes though, and she used them as a reference as to what types of foods she shouldn’t feed her fellow canines. She turned over the fish with a spatula, blowing on it lightly, watching the steam rise from the fat of the fish. It was juicy and cooking very nicely! She was happy with this and it wouldn’t be long before she could serve him his slices. She smiled happily wagging her tail, happy that their meeting turned out far better than their initial greeting.

Anatoliy Russo · 01-25-2012, 08:29 PM

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All the cooking Anatoliy had learned had come from his aunts at home. Most of the time, he had stayed home and helped them and his mother. Whenever he wasn't out on a boat or fishing at the piers, he would watch his cousins and help the women with the meals he helped carry inside. He watched them make rice and beef dishes, stews, roast fish and poultry, crab dinners, and all sorts of things. A few they taught him directly. Most of those dishes were easy for men, especially quick roasted fish and meats. Quickly learned, the man knew how to make a variety of stews and roasts though it ended there. He knew what he needed to know to make better dishes and that was alright him. Often, his favorite seasoning was salt and roasting was the only thing he did. Stews took a long time and meant more ingredients.

The smell of the fish wafted toward him, amplifying the scent of it from before. Sighing, the Russo smiled at the girl as she cooked. "Cookbooks? Vhat else do you know to make?" he asked, rubbing his hands lightly to dust off the sand grains on them. "Vhere do you get your spices, vegetables? All zhat? Do you use eggs?" A few chickens with egg laying capabilities sounded nice to the Russo. He knew of a good recipe using fried eggs and slices of meat. There had been a restaurant of sorts in St. Petersburg that specialized in different recipes. This one had been from Asia, though it had been adapted to remove the garlic, pepper, and onions, which could kill them. It used egg, flour, and seafood to create a pancake.

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Eclipse could make stews as well as baked goods, though it took far too long on the move so she kept that type of cooking for home, when she was traveling it was usually grilling and frying and roasting. She smiled as he sniffed at her cooking. It was starting to smell mighty good, the sizzling of the fat made it seem worth while. He asked her about what else she knew how to make and she smiled reminiscently.

“I can make breads and pasteries, but I don’t have the ingredients normally, it’s not easy to make either, but I can also make mudpies, but that’s something I can only do in the springtime.”

She said, her thoughts in the near future about the mudpie she was thinking of making Noah. He had left the pack, but he was still a part of her family and she had promised him. She could make an edible mud pie, that was quite tasty. The ingredients were her secret, though they would be known as soon as a wolf saw them.

“I can make roasts, bake some nice venison steaks, and make some pretty good stews.”

At his question of her herbs and spices she looked at her bag then tried to remember at every place she had. THen he mentioned eggs and she raised her eyebrows. She had saw egg as an ingredient in a recipe of bakery stuff but though she KNEW how to make it she had never really made it with lack of ingredients. She shook her head.

“Well, I grew some of them and found others in the wild. I also found a few in the restaurants kitchens that were actually pretty well preserved. I only know how to use eggs in a few things. What did you have in mind?”

She asked, taking the fully cooked fish off the frying pan and pulled out a plate that was glass, and though it was chipped in many places still usable. She then put her own food on the fire as she handed Anatoliy his food.

“I put a bit of basil on it and some rosemary. But not that much it just helps bring out the flavor of the fish a little.”

She said as she handed her new friend the plate and then started working on her own, watching him from the corner of her eye to see his reaction to her cooking. She always wanted to see his reaction mainly to see if she did a good enough job or if she needed to lay off certain things or put more in, though that would be for the russian man to tell her.

“I hope it’s to your liking. So.... what is Russia?”

She said quielty. She had never heard of the word, nor had she learned much about geography or that there was a whole world across the sea from her, she did know that boats had come and gone, dropping off wolves from one place or another, but some topics of where they came from never really got to her, so this was a first for the young woman.

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The man blinked at her discussion of baked good. He did not know how to do more than make basic pancakes to be fried in animal fats or other vegetable oils. That was the extent of his baking, and it wasn't true baking at all. He had no oven nor did he know how to even begin with making bread. That required some sort of flower, rice, corn, wheat, and he had no way to get his hands on such a thing. Perhaps the AniWayans might, seeing as they had yearly harvests of corn. They might make things like corn breads and corn cakes with the flower. They had no wheat nor did they grow tall stalks of corn. Baking was hard too, needing an oven or a place where hot air could cook and rise bread. Yeast! How could he forget yeast? That stuff would make the bread rise or else it would be flat. Who had easily accessible yeast? Anatoliy wasn't even sure how to make yeast or where to get it. His family had small stores of it though and used it to make dinner buns and loaves.

"In St. Petersburg, I saw zhem use eggs with flour and ozher zhings like vegetables, meat, and seafood to fry pancakes. Zhey vere good and zhe recipe came from zhe Orient." He had tasted that pancake when he had visited the store, and it had been delightfully fluffy, properly salty, and nourishing. It hadn't come cheap though. His talking ceased as the woman handed him the chipped glass plate with his fish share on it. The scent of the spices mingled delicately with the smell of the cod. It was not a particularly smelly fish, though it did still strongly smell of the ocean for his canine sense. Picking away some of the bones (thankfully most were removed already), Anatoliy bit into the flaky fish. It fell away in his mouth, and he wished there was some butter to moisten the slightly dry fish flesh. Swallowing, he tasted the remnants of the spices and smiled encouragingly to the young woman. She had been watching for his reaction, which was expected. "Good," he said simply and finished that particular piece.

Wiping away a few light crumbs off his chin, the Russo looked at the young woman. "Russia? Russia is a land. Vas vonce a country vizh zhe humans. It's over zhe ozher sea. I came here on a large ship." Antoliy had been born there and had accidentally arrived here to find his family. It had been all unintentional, and he could not find himself wanting to return back home. No. It wasn't home anymore, was it?

Eclipse Soulstorm · 01-26-2012, 05:52 AM

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Yes baked goods were hard to make and though Eclipse had yet to make any due to lack of ingredients she was confident enough she could make them with ease, though that was probably just her puppy confidence talking. Anatoliy spoke of uses of eggs and this intrigued the girl, she had heard of eggs used outside of some stuff, though she wasn’t sure exactly how good they would taste. She did not have direct contact with any eggs for she didn’t know if Ichika owned chickens at all. This was a thought put in the back of her head to find out. Maybe she could learn to make dishes that did have egg in them.

“The recipe came from the Orient?”

She tilted her head at the question. This confused her and she wanted a possible elaboration, for it intrigued her, maybe she could find a recipe when she understood what the man was saying, or meaning. Eclipse smiled as he nodded and said good. Eclipse had no experience with any types of oil or butter for they had no cows nor harvests that would produce such a thing, though she tried her best to work that part out without burning the food or making it too hard, it was always best served fresh in her opinion, and she was glad that the very large male enjoyed it. To think such a big man, who could be trained in fighting and hurting was a fisherman, and knew things of cooking. This pleased the girl far beyond anything in her wildest dreams. She had not met anyone who knew so much about cooking before, and just from the few words he said, helped her understand even more, and that she would keep in mind for the next time she was at home, cooking. Eclipse blinked as Anatoliy explained Russia. She had heard of one other traveling the sea, but he hadn’t told her where, and now... Well this large man said his home, where he was born was across the sea. She remembered the sea sick feeling she got when the other had told her about being over the water for months and the close quarters one had that would drive a wolf crazy

“Why did you leave there? You seem very fond of Russia.”

She asked, but knew he might not answer. This was a question she didn’t normally ask, one that was too personal but she was feeling far too at home now even with the stranger. She flipped her fish over making sure that it was finished, and then slid her own slices onto her plate, lifting the pan off the fire to cool before she washed it with warmed water later on.

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"Yes. I zhink China? Maybe Korea, or Japan." They were no longer countries in the national sense though there plenty that spoke those same languages still. The borders were beyond blurred and things mixed together, but they still managed to identified with a certain nation or a certain circle of nationalities. Anatoliy had no problem identifying with the Russian wolves, namely because he had been born in a place that was indisputably Russian. "Zhere is a lot more to zhe east of Europe, and zhat is zhe Orient. Asia. Zhat stuff. Zhey use more spices and different recipes zhen most of zhe western wolves. Zhey have a lot of rice and a lot of stews and seafood," he said absently, flicking a small bone over his shoulder with practiced ease. Anatoliy had never been to that part of the world, though the sailors on the ship he fell asleep on had been adamant with their knowledge, and plenty of the sailors at the ports from Asiatic origins said the same. He had tasted little of that type of food; a lot of it was spicy, though they supplemented a lot of human spices and foods to suit canine consumption. Garlic and onions were absent, but they were also fatally toxic at times.

With a heavy sigh, Anatoliy set his plate down before him. The glass glittered in the proximity to the fireplace. "It vas not my choice." He gazed out to the sea and watched the sunlight reflect of the slow waves of the narrow sea. "I fell asleep on cargo and was accidentally taken aboard a ship heading to Freetown. Zhey were traders, so I traded my labor for passage." He could have asked them to drop him off at the nearest port and he would have found a way to get back home to his mother and family. Instead, he chose to head off to the old New World to attempt finding his father and two siblings. "I chose to find my fazher zhen stay vith zhe rest of my family. Selfish, but I zhink it vas vorzh everyzhing." He smiled a knowing smile as he thought of his new family here. It was small but it still managed to make him happy. About damn time, too, after all they had been through together. Golden eyes shifted to the young woman. "Vhy are you traveling alone far from home?"

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The names of the places Anatoliy gave her made no sense to the young woman but she didn’t ask him to elaborate they sounded like places like the russia place, and maybe they were from around that area too. Places she knew she would never ever visit. Places way too far for her to travel. Though as he continued to talk about food her interest rose a bit. She had heard of rice but had never been able to use it. She loved experimenting with what spices she had but she didn’t use a whole lot. Just enough to put flavor into her meals.

“I have always wondered what it was like to use rice. I have found many recipe’s for it, but I do not have the ingredients for it. There is a spice that I know is very rare that was given to me. Have you heard of saffron? It’s very rare, and I was given the opportunity to use it. Well I have the spice but I have yet to use it. It is so precious I’m scared of using it...”

Why she was admitting this to the large man she had no idea. She didn’t have the spice on her, she left it in a safe spot in her home where no one could find it and use it and it be gone forever. She didn’t want to bring it with her and lose it either so she kept it in the hiding spot she was sure no one would find it at. He spoke of his travels and she felt bad for him, having been taken, though by accident, without him wanting to go, but it seemed that he went and found family. She shook her head as he said he sounded selfish.

“No, not selfish. I think more selfless to be with others. I mean you wanted to go back to Russia, but you chose to go find your own family. That’s not selfish at least I don’t think so.”

He then changed the subject to her, she looked down at the fire and shrugged a little. She had only been back a few weeks and now was again traveling, it was possible she didn’t feel ready to settle down again, but then again she hated not being ready for news that was old that she thought she should know so going around the penninsula seemed like a fairly good idea at the time. It still did though it took a bit longer than she wanted it to.

“I want to become familiar with the area again. I know there were new packs that formed and I want to make sure that I know about them and what’s happened over the months I’ve been gone. I hate not knowing whats going on.”

Her explanation was quite simple. Traveling wasn’t all that bad especially for days like this where she met new wolves learned about them and the things that happened around them. She knew he didn’t live here in this deserted place but he had to live pretty close she was sure of it but she didn’t have to ask that question. She just knew he wasn’t far from home, and figured his family was there waiting for him. Right now she was enjoying her time with a new face and one that knew soe much about cooking as well. It was a very nice change for the young cook.

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The man nodded. If he was not mistaken, there had been a small box of saffron on the ship he had taken. It was naturally sold to some wealthy canine or a group of canines with enough to trade for it. The spice was expensive, hard to grow, and rare. It was only grown in certain parts of the world, though when used it was phenomenal for the yellow color it gave to food, the scent it gave off, as well as the other benefits. However, it was located only in a certain region, which made it that much harder to grow. It was a picky flower and it had to be appeased. "I've heard of it. Never used it zhough. I prefer zhe cheaper spices," he said with a light chuckle. Anatoliy finished off the fish on the plate and swallowed the final small piece. It was hardly filling but it was nourishing regardless of quantity. "Save it for a special occasion, like a vedding or a bizhday. Or a baby."

However, the man looked guiltiliy away from the young girl, furrowing his brows. He had been selfish; he wanted his father even though he had more than enough adult men to compensate for his father's absence. "I left my mozher behind in Saint Petersburg." He knew she was here, in this land, now, but he could not get over what he had seen when he visited her. She was addled, she hadn't even recognized him at first sight. His mother was gone, it seemed, and his father had returned back to Russia with his first mate and the mother of his first offspring. He couldn't win against something like that in a million years, even if he tried his best. He was just another accident, as much as his parents had to love him and his siblings. Verusha certainly seemed to love Liliya just the same.

"Ah, zhen let me enlighten you some," he offered, leaning heavily back and adjusting his broad body. "I am from Casa di Cavalieri. Zhey are fighters who offer zheir services to people who need zhem and are villing to trade for zhem. I am just a fisherman, zhough." He was not one of the fighters for Casa, even though he was capable of hand to hand combat and knife combat. It was not his favorite thing and he had only learned to both pass the time on the ship and for potential self defense in a form that did not utilize fangs for damage. He had participated in the war with AniWaya and had been in battles, though he had not killed a single soul. Others did the killing for him so that he could save people from the tyrant's grasp.

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She smiled and nodded at the man, she planned on only using hte spice for a special occasion. In no way did she want to use it for just every day use and the ammount she had well she would be afraid to tell just anyone because it was actually a good deal. She felt bad for taking it but the woman didn’t want to take no for an answer and the only thing she had asked for in return was to visit Ichika no Hoen, in which Eclipse obliged at once. She just wondered exactly what it tasted like but she would eventually find out when she made it with something for a special occasion.

Eclipse was busy finishing her own meal to see the man turn a guilty face, so she didn’t catch all of his expression as he explained his leaving a family member in russia. She only dropped her hand and gave a small “oh...” She had done the same thing though, left her mother in Dahlia while she looked for her run away father. In time they were both gone and she was alone once again and the only way she fended for herself was finding replacement mothers to teach her to hunt and to give her food. Those days were long gone as she could take care of herself.

Anatoliy explained where he was from and what they stood for and Eclipse was intrigued though she knew that it was against her traditions of her pack to use fighting for any means other than self defense and that was only for rare and special occasions and then he mention that he was no fighter just a fisherman and she gave the large man a broad grin.

“Well even fighters have to eat! I think you are an irreplaceable member in their group.”

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