familiar haunts

Thorn Russo · 07-16-2012, 06:12 PM

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Word Count :: 395 Welcome to any and all.

The boat journey had been enjoyable, the sun shone in the mid-afternoon and clouds assured those below that they were just hanging out, no need to duck and cover. Thorn Russo, of the clan Sobirat'sya had returned to his homeland and after tidying up his affairs, watched as his adult children went off on their own journeys. He was beginning to show his age here and there. He was a little more comfortable in his lupus form, a form that showed his salt and pepper tail didn't need any ink to pepper it. He still thrived in his Optime form though, as he currently stood, tall and proud on long bipedal legs."Honey, I am home."

Thorn carefully moved the boat toward dry land. The old wooden boat had made the journey slow and steady, the best craftsmen back home had insisted on fixing up his previous craft into something more 'pirate worthy.' A small smile appeared even now with the thought, his need to pillage had long since died out with his first still-born daughter but the care-free, love the world attitude was still there, pounding in his chest.

Stepping out of the boat he reached back to tether it as best he could near the aging docks with thick rope he pulled from beneath the seat in the boat. He wondered if anyone took the time to repair them, and to fix the damage mother nature could cause. Thorn straightened his kilt, brushed off his tail and then after taking his weathered hat in hand he gave a rather canine shake to free the drops of sea water clinging to his face. Hat on head, swig of his hip flask he started to walk past the docks and then towards the quiet city that had once bustled and thrived. He had caught a scent, an old and unreliable scent that reminded him of younger brother Rurik. He was no longer here, Thorn was no fool, but he thought investigating wherever his brother had been might lead him to where he was after that. Maybe even lead him to him, although Thorn thought rather dismally, he doubted he was still here.

Hoping what he saw in the distance was a building, he started to walk. His green eyes scanned before him for anything that might be interesting, shiny, mouldable. He always had room for a new treasure.

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Ksenija Russo · 07-18-2012, 06:21 PM

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It had been a long journey, Ksenija and Medusa had been wandering around adventuring. At first they had been trying to find a pack, and had chosen AT. However, Dusa and Ksen had talked it over and decided they wished to adventure around for a few weeks before settling down. So, they had come to the old human city of Halifax to see what they could find. Maybe a few trinkets for their future packmates? It remained to be seen. Swiftly, the two foreign females trotted over the rocky and wild terrain of the harbor. Ksen was thirsty and both females were quite dirty, so a dip in the ocean was the mission today. They might even find some pretty shells or something that Ksen could decorate and give to Medusa as a gift. Heat rose to her cheeks as she thought about the pretty caspian sea wolf following close behind her. The blonde female was gorgeous inside and out, but Ksenija still did not have the courage to tell her about her feelings. What if she didn't reciprocate?

Ksen was half sure that she would, but one could not ever be completely sure. As they moved Ksen looked back to the woman she had a crush on, smiling her crooked canine grin to her. Dusa smiled back, her one amber eye glittering in the sunlight. Save for the terrible scars that had taken out her other eye, Medusa was the most beautiful wolf Ksenija had ever seen, and she had looked passed her surface appearance long ago. " Are you hungry, Medusa? " She asked, mystic blue eyes bright. Medusa nodded shyly and Ksenija puffed up, enjoying her role as protecter of her friend. Nobody would ever hurt Medusa under Ksenija's watch. Carefully the two females picked their ways through the rocks and down to the sandy part of the harbour, and Ksen looked at the water. She was searching for the tell-tale signs of fish, but found none.

However, a semi-familiar scent floated to her nose and she inhaled deeply, then looked around. A figure was approaching a building and Ksenija howled out to him, greeting him without words. The white pelt and kilt looked familiar, but until he came closer she couldn't be sure on who he was.

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sup uncle.

Thorn Russo · 07-19-2012, 12:16 AM

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Word Count :: 465 It's funny, the present day Halifax harbour is so full of sewage there are mutant jellyfish.

It was still amazing to Thorn how much this area had changed since he had been in his Motherland. New scents and new sights were everywhere, not to mention the new wolves and creatures that now firmly called this their home. It wasn't to say that Russia hadn't changed too but the differences that mattered to him seemed very minuscule by comparison. Since there had been so many creatures picking away at the human artifacts left behind in and around Sobirat'sya there were few things left to scavenge. Once he had wandered for two days without sleep and without any more than firewater from his hip flask to nourish him in search of a particular item to send with one of his children. The white and black wolf had found it but only after bartering with a nearby vendor, not through scavenging as he had hoped. Here it seemed as though every nook, cranny and crevasse held treasures beyond belief for the patient scavenger.

Even if this building that bore a very, very faint scent of Rurik held little more than a whisper of a passing, it may still hold things that Thorn could use. Of the many scraps of parchment he kept tucked away close to his person one was a small list of important things he hoped to find. His hand instinctually went to the pocket holding the scraps, reassuring him that it was still there and everything was okay. A small part of him believed that this list might help draw the item out into the open - another part of him just wanted to remember that he needed those items. His mind was so set on his destination that he didn't even see the two ladies that walked to water and then stopped to stare at him. Perhaps if his mind was a little clearer he would even have recognized one of them as flesh and blood.

It was her call that made him stop dead in his tracks. His hand moved from his kilt pocket to his hat, adjusting it as he turned and began to walk towards them. Thorn smiled, a silly grin as was his nature before removing his cap and giving a bow. "Hello ladies!" Replacing his hat, he squinted his eyes then rubbed them furiously with white claw-tipped fingers. She looked an awful lot like a pup he had known, but surely it couldn't be…

Rather rudely he stared at the grey wolf, slowly shaking his head. "Wow you do look a lot like someone I know, can't be though. She was just a pup then and you're anything but, now. Leave it to a Russo to have a 'orrible memory." Another stupid grin and a swig of his flask to hide how foolish he felt.

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