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  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Sweetophelia had left her children to be babysat by an NPC while she went out on a border patrol. She was going alone and although she might have liked company, the BlizzardClan deputy could not mind it too much. It was nice to have some alone time away, because as much as she loved her children, she still needed time for herself from time to time. Perhaps the Ragdoll would even meet a new member of BlizzardClan today, or see an animal from another clan coming to visit.


  • When he wasn't chatting up a fellow Blizzardclanner or Yuuri, Victor was often outside of camp among mountains and frozen lakes, the things that reminded him the most of home. Of Russia. He often was on patrols simply to take in the sights and live in reminiscence of his homeland and not exactly to enforce the borders. The lynx carried himself almost gracefully through the snow and out of the corner of his sky blue eyes he caught the glimpse of the deputy herself. Victor turned his head and flashed a smile to the female, starting small talk with the new mother.
    "Privyet, Ophelia." He greeted the female with a boy of his head before jokingly adding. "Finally getting a break from the kids?"

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  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Privyet. A foreign greeting. "Hello, Victor." She spoke a second language too - French - but because English was her first language and the language of the clans, Sweetophelia preferred English for the most part. It was only her adoptive mother, Snowwhite, whom Sweetophelia had most often spoken to in French. In fact, it had been the former BlizzardClan deputy to teach her the language in the first place. She laughed, "I love them but children demand so much attention." Unfortunately Sweetophelia would not always have the free time to tend to them. "What language was that you spoke earlier? One of the Slavic languages?" Russian was the likeliest guess as Russia was the most powerful of the Slavic nations.
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  • Children could be a pain, many were aware of the fact even if they weren't parents. It must have been a more prominent feature in those who had children, however. Hearing Ophelia's question, Victor's smile grew wider on his silver coloured face. "Keen ears." He commented with a nod of his head before finally answering her question. "It's Russian, yot figured it out quite fast." He then cocked his head over inquisitively, rising a non existent brown in a questioning manner. "Is it because you speak a Slavic language?"

  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"No," Sweetophelia shook her head. "I speak French and English. But I have met quite a few animals who do speak Russian." Japanese, German, and Spanish were other popular languages, but aside from those basic few, there was not much variety and English continued to dominate the clans unopposed. "How did you learn Russian? Were your parents Russian?" Or had he opted for it out of his own will? A desire to learn?
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    French? A small gentle hum of laughter rumbled on the back of the lynx's lungs. He had met a Frenchman before, he was... Rather flirtatious and intimate, but nonetheless, he was good company. His French, however was quite different from France's or Canada's for he was Swiss, but to Victor French was French no matter who spoke it. Hearing Ophelia's question, the lynx seated himself before replying. "My parents were Russian and so am I." He said matter-of-factly, teeth still flashing with a sociable smile. "The main reason why Blizzardclan caught my attention was because it's land reminded me of my home country."

  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]Ethnically Russian. Now that was an intriguing reveal. Perhaps she could classify herself as an ethnic Valyrian - at least in shades - seeing as she was able to trace her Targaryen bloodline back to Boreas Targaryen, better known as Permafrost. She had a rich family history in Westeros, but if Sweetophelia was to describe her family's narrative, she could likely speak for hours upon hours. She took pride in her family name.


    "Yes, I suppose our name gave it away, didn't it?" Sweetophelia could not help but smile. She had not consciously chosen to join BlizzardClan above all other clans but Sweetophelia did not regret that day's chance. She was happy with the first life she had led and the second one she lived now. "So why did you leave Russia, Victor? I imagine that it's quite a distance away from here." In fact, Sweetophelia was not even sure how one would find the Slavic country. She just knew that it was very, very north - as opposed to BloodClan who had decided to make their home in the Mediterranean, a very mild climate.
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