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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]He hated this place.

The smell, the heat, the sun, the sand... he fxcking hated the sand. Especially the sand. And the tumbleweeds... oh, the scorpions, too. Those sucked major. The rest, however?

The rest was a-okay.

Russiansoldier was currently standing before the Bone Wall, amusement across his features. Really? He thought absentmindedly, smirk on his face as he shook his head. Nice. Real nice. It was always assuring to know that his ex-clanmates didn't turn into a bunch of wussies. At least, he hoped not.

The handsome male lifted his nose to the sky, taking a large inhalation of the passing air molecules overhead. Water. Plants. Life. Babes. Russ was close. He took a seat, nonchalance in his body language as he initiated a staring contest with a skull embedded in the structure across from the canine male. He would stare, and he would wait, for he knew someone was going to come soon.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Ah, Fauna? It was good to see her around still. Very good. "Of course I am joining, dearest. What's the consequence for just trespassing these days, anyways? Death?" He then inquired, the motive being to strike up some casual conversation. If death was the only punishment, he would be pretty sad. That's kinda anticlimatic, in his opinion. A bit lax. But his views on politics and the sort were very brutal, unjustified, and simply old-school, so one couldn't blame him.

At her words about Melantha, he huffed, the nonchalance never abandoning his facade. Why? Well, he had heard it before. It was just a bunch of bull. Melantha was gone, probably off with some wealthy twat drinking pina coladas on a beach talking about prime real estate. Or dead. Either way, it didn't benefit him. So he didn't get his hopes up.

"They're okay." He responded to Trojan. Just okay. "My name's Russiansoldier." I'm probably your dad, he thought to himself with a grin. He always loved dropping that one now and then just to scare some people, but this guy didn't look like he had a sense of humor. "I'm here to join."

His ears twisted towards the voice that was next to arise. Feminine, soft and doubtful. Probably some chick he took advantage of. Oops. His gaze drifted towards her, uninterested, beginning to speak: "Listen, lady--" Oh.

Hm.

That certainly changed things.

He coughed, his usually apathetic gaze falling on her shocked oculars. Apodyopsis, they call it. The habit of which you feel as if someone was undressing you with their eyes. And, although that Russiansoldier stared dead at her face without any wandering, this is probably what Melantha Eris Faber was experiencing. Russ was intense.

They ended on bad terms, he rembered. Duh. It had to, huh? Otherwise, they would have still been together, and married. With kids.

Ouch. That was still a painful topic for him.

"Yooooooooouuu betcha." He answered, tone mildly calm, though deep down inside he wanted to tell her he loved her in a thousand different dialects.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]Ah, Blythe. A crush. Perhaps it could have been more, but the doll had simply disappeared. This strange female, Cordelia, certainly brought the solid blue to mind, but not enough for Russ to say something about it. She was definitely... out there. Flirtatious. Manipulative. Nothing he could see right through, but it was impressive nonetheless. And he loved mind games.

"Lovely to meet you." He answered calmly, something dark but not necessarily lusting in his gaze. He shifted his attention to Ed. "Nice to meet you as well, pal. Enjoyable? I appreciate the well wishes, but, uh, probably not." He had that right. These next few months were going to be Hell. He had a hunch.

"Yeah. That's it. Don't make me the bad guy, sweetheart." They both knew why it would be innapropriate to just bolt to each other and roll around in the sand in embrace like the long lost lovers they were. It would make both of them look flimsy, and although his reputation was already pretty shxt, he didn't need that on his plate, too. He was not one for PDA. Neither was Mel.

At her next words, he softened, but only enough for her to see. "I missed you, too. Good to see you." And he left it at that. She noticed that she made a move- but for what? To slap him? To kick sand in his face for the hundreds of times he had committed adultery behind her back? He didn't know. Quite frankly, hugs weren't even on his mind right now when it came to what her possible intentions were.

At Hysteria's words, he snorted, amused but not smiling. The wyvern's words did affect him, yes, but... again, he was just sticking his toes in the water. He wasn't ready to jump in without knowing how to swim. "Well, if you feel so passionate about my wrongs, feel free to demonstrate what I should have done upon seeing her. Please, you're the expert on our relationship, I insist." There was no sarcasm or bitterness in his voice, but just the nature of his words was probably enough.

Ah, more criticsm. Russ looked to Kosher, smirk on his muzzle. "You people really have high expectations of me and I don't understand why. What do you want me to do? Foam at the fxcking mouth and knit a scarf out of my own entrails? I'm warming up. Y'all live in a fxcking desert. No wonder you're in desperate need of entertainment." His words were not directed at Kosher, but just general monologue. The smile never faded.
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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]One would expect this player's specialty to be romance, but they would be only half correct. Sure, he was okay at relationships. He didn't hit women. He didn't talk down to them. He was forgiving. He liked kids. However, it was the superficial things that he had trouble with. Especially now, when he was stuck between being tough for his peers who had been given the idea that he was a legend (heh no), and being gentle for his... friend that was a girl that needed to be shown compassion.

So he got something that was lame, but safe: flowers.

He had spent a helluva lot of time on finding them, too. In the jungle, one had no clue whether or not the thing they were touching was poisonous or the cure to AIDs. He did research, you se, asking around and getting a few words in with the ladies that knew gardening like the back of their left paw. nice. So now, the flowers were in his jaw, a bouquet of pale pinks, whites, and blues. He kept his head down when he walked through camp, either out of embarassment or simple absentmindedness.

The former was far more realistic.

His nerves were skyrocketing, and it took everything that Russiansoldier had in him not to chew the hell out of the stems between his teeth out of anxiety. He didn't want to fight again. That really wasn't his style. But could a couple like them really just get back together like nothing happened?

"Don't fall." He warned calmly, staring at the dark form of the female with interest. His choice of words sparked interest: he said fall, instead of jump. Hm. Maybe he had faith in her. That's always a plus. "Because I spent six hours collecting flowers for you and I don't want that to go to waste." He said, taking a seat at the base of the cliff, the female still several feet before her. Russ wasn't sure whether or not he felt like getting too close would be a good idea. He didn't want to get slapped. He didn't want to get uncomfortable, either. Plus, he didn't have time to groom himself before this, so he probably smelled like cigarrette smoke and she probably wasn't into that.

Nevertheless, it was hard not to be amazed by the beauty before him.

The male set the flowers down at his paws, taking in her features as he sat. She truly was incredible. Too incredible for a looser like him, a looser that should probably be rotting at the bottom of that cliff. Melantha was pretty. Real pretty. Beautiful. Though Russ would dare not think gorgeous, or breathtaking, or sexy, for in another man's mind she could certainly qualify, but in his, he did not want to use what he thought was perfect in an adoring way and what he thought was hot in a sinful way interchangeably.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Hm. The ladies here were a lot more straightforward than they used to be, it seemed.

He didn't mind it, of course.

"Oh, I don't think Melantha is a hoe. If anything she is a rake or a shovel." Ba dum tss. He said this with the same nonchalance he originally responded to the wyvern with. He never took anything personally, no matter if it was intended or not. His composure never seemed to faulter.

Kosher. Hmm. This chick was pretty interesting. Smart. Definitely... worth the effort it took to talk to someone. "I suppose it would smell pretty rotten after a couple a' days. Wouldn't keep it past that, anyways, though- I'd be dead." He spoke as if this was more of a realization than something matter-of-fact. Death was indeed synonomous to ripping out your own organs. A+ for you, Soldier. At her mention of sexiness, he would rake one paw across the sand several times, distant but still very much aware. "Fair enough. Maybe I can jump at Hysteria and get the shit beaten outta me. That's pretty hot." He mused. Hey, at least he wasn't arrogant. He knew what his limits were.

"Indeed we can," Russiansoldier answered, unphased except for the mysterious smile blooming on his muzzle. Speak. By that, he thought that she meant 'yell'. Like, at each other. Yeah. That.

"Yes, please do." Russ agreed with Cordelia, almost pleading. Of course it was all an act- he could take on whatever verbal attack they couldn've thrown at him, however, he wouldn't have put on a show worthwhile. He was tired. He offered a sideways smile to Cordelia as a thank-you.

"Shut the Hell up about your beauty rest, Becky, we all know who the Queen is." Russiansoldier squealed in a whiny tone, completely aware of who it was. He grinned widely, lifting a paw to offer an embrace. "You stayed alive, kid." He noted allowed. It was Russiansoldier for, 'I missed the Hell out of you dearest son never leave me'. "Good to see you, Hadrian. Great to see you."

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]It had been a while, he realized, since he last made this much contact with a female.

Perhaps that was a milestone for Russiansoldier. Maybe it meant that he was getting better, and that he was becoming far less susceptible to the undeniable temptations of living. Maybe he planned to fill his life with things other than what he used to fill it with. Maybe not. Russiansoldier changed like the moon and shifted like the sea; one step of progress usually equaled an ugly mess of despair behind him. He seemed to ruin everything he touched, whether that mean by tainting or killing or what have you, but somehow he had yet to completely destroy the individual holding him now.

He lifted a leanly muscular foreleg to place comfortingly around her neck, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

It was never personal.

Of course it wasn't.

He never meant to hurt anyone. He never meant to cause the despair he did. He never meant to tear apart families and spouses. At least, the gentler side of him did not. The fatherly side. The husbandly side. The clanmate side. The good side. The side that he had many times been certain had broken off. It was the darker side he had difficulty with. It was the darker side that he was known for.

"Maybe a combination of both," Russiansoldier decided, a smile on his muzzle. Score. He hoped that he would be able to make up for his reaction at his joining this evening, and he was off on the right foot.

"I missed you, too, Melantha." He responded, more quietly this time. There was pain in his voice. He was so lucky. It would have been so easy for the Fates to decide for one of them to forget, for one of them to be reborn into another life, for one of them to never come back. They could have moved on and met new people. But that didn't happen.

He was so lucky.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Indeed, their ubringings were wildly different. Russiansoldier was born to a father and a mother that stayed together and loved each other, a very good example to how Russiansoldier should treat his spouse in the future. Although he did not follow the model exactly as he should have, the canine certainly tried his hardest to make up for his mistakes. He very well knew what was wrong and what was right, but that didn't change the outcomes of many situations.

He was changing. He was trying. That was what truly mattered in the end.

"What's done is done," Russiansoldier murmured, soothing. "I'm far more interested in the possibilities of our present than the faults of our past. It's okay." His paw repeated it's comforting trail down her neck to her upper back several times as he said this.

As she moved away, he found himself releasing that breath he didn't quite realize he had been holding in. He didn't know how he lasted so long without her, this girl, this foolish girl. This brightly dark, evocotively innocent, hatefully loving, icy warm, foolish girl. He looks at her through his murky green gaze, head tilted against her warm paw.

I love you.

He wasn't quite expecting that, good ole Russiansoldier. Whenever someone told him that they loved him, he always brushed it off, as most of the time, they only loved the way he made them feel. The way he made them laugh. The position that he helped get them to. They only loved him for his doings, and not for him himself. Was Melantha the same? Should he brush off her words like he did the rest?

It was a four second decision. The first two were realization. The third, debate. The fourth was an answer.

"I love you, too, Melantha." He aswered, seriousness in his gaze. "I've always loved you. Never quit."

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Ah, the doubts. He had plenty of them, most probably similar to the darling's. He understood how she felt, though it was probably far more intense of a feeling for her. Russiansoldier often allowed himself to grow distant in situations as these, in which there was doubt that the other individual he cared for liking him back. He just came to grips with the fact that he was a jerk who used people, and expected anyone he were to cross paths with to realize that, too, and fine someone better. But Melantha was not as self-loathing as he.

"I was sure you had moved on." He confessed, those words only driving his desire to hug her again. Nevertheless, he stuck by his rule to let the other initiate the contact. He really didn't want to come off as straightforward or pushy by clinging on her all the time (because if his mind allowed him to, he would).

He wasn't aware, either, but he didn't think that he necessarily regretted it. He remembered their first interaction, their first date, their first exchange of 'I love you's. It was wonderful. She was probably the first and only girl he had ever loved. "Neither did I," Russ responded, "and there's not a place on Earth or anywhere else that I could stand to be in without you." Not for long, anyways.

Russ wanted to keep her dear and keep her long. He absolutely did not want to break her heart, oh no, no, no. He would do everything in his power to keep her whole, to save her from becoming the broken toy, the twisted individual that Russiansoldier was convinced that he was. "Don't be afraid of me, Melantha." Russ told her, gently, for he didn't want to make her feel stupid or ridiculous. She had a genuine reason to be concerned.

At her following question, Soldier offered a disarming smile. Adorable. "I'm pretty good, thanks. Yourself?" Oh, how he missed her.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Oh, Hadrian.

"Unbelievable," Russiansoldier muttered, a brow raised. Russ knew that he hadn't been in Hadrian's life long enough to feel like the had the right to yell at him over this ( he was a young adult, anyways ), but he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Bloodclan needed their tiers to remain sharp and especially sober. Albeit, Russ knew he was just a kid being a kid.

"Drink water, lots of water. So much water that you almost mistake your piss for a free drink." Russiansoldier suggested bluntly. "You better not think of poppin' pills for that headache, son." He warned, calmly. Hadrian made a decision, and Russ believed that there was a solid difference between getting hurt and hurting yourself.

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oh no

Would you mind? ^^ I have a few advanced threads to catch up to and I don't want to have you waiting forever, is that okay? Thanks again!!

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Certainly, Russ was interested. Of course, he personally believed that there could be only one God; not because he was overly-religious, but because he was pretty sure if there were multiple, they wouldn't be able to keep their shit together like any goverment couldn't. One was enough for him. However, the male was willing to open his ears to new knowledge. The male took a seat.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Welcome." Russiansoldier muttered absentmindedly, not necessarily attentive to the current situation at hand. He stood off to the side, which mirrored his intentions to not get involved.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Russiansoldier was present, dragging his paw a few times across the dirt in detached discord. "Good to see you, buddy." He stated with a slightly amused smile. He was very aware that they had a close friendship, but he didn't really feel the need to highlight that at the current moment. There were other times for reunion.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Russiansoldier snorted with mild amusement.

A slippy slide, huh? Interesting. But not as interesting as the chick actually enjoying herself on it- no, he found that even more amusing than just the nature of the toy. "Having fun?" He inquired, taking a few steps towards the thing with mild interest. He crinkled his nose. Plastic. Well, Russsiansoldier supposed it was just someething he was going to have to get used to.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Ah, she looked familiar.

"Sola," Russiansoldier repeated as he treaded onwards towards her, a dark but interested grin on his muzzle. "Welcome aboard, dearest friend." Hmm. She really did look familiar, it was unmistakeable. "Have we met?"

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Poor thing. He wished, he truly wished, that she had the ability to find other people. Not because he didn't love her, of course, but because he knew that he probably would not be around forever. If his bad luck caught up with him, he would be in quite a lot of trouble, and he didn't believe that he would be coming back this time.

He was the Devil's Reject.

"Maybe some day you'll find someone better," he suggested teasingly, a smile on his maw. Maybe not. The two of them seemed to be starcrossed, which was far from good- one without the other could only just survive. Together is when they could truly breathe. Not a good thing at all.

A cheeseball, huh? This brought a smile to the face of Russiansoldier. Maybe he wasn't that bad at being romantic after all. "If you insist," he answered, amused. The contact made his heart flutter. Don't be a wuss, he thought, though he couldn't help it. Russ truly loved this girl.

"Which sister? Hysteria?" Ugh. If they got married one day, he wasn't sure that she would be his favorite on that side of the family. Russ would have to deal with it, though, because the benefits of being with Mel highly outweighed the struggles of being around the criminally insane. "Congratulations on the promotion, dearest." The thought reminded him that he needed to start working his ass off again- not for a rank, of course, but just to show all of those who doubted him that he still had it in him. Russ was no imbecile. He could kick ass, and he could do it without all of the powers the kids had these days.

At the mention of his kids, Russiansoldier perked up. "Really?" He asked, tone softened. He knew that Hadrian was back, and that made him extremely happy- but Flicker? That was... that was twice as good. Screamingbanshee wasn't the kindest sister he's had, but she was... family, he supposed.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]He probably should be working. Participating in one of those HP contests.

Ehhhh.

It was a perfect day to go to the river. The sun was out, it was hot as hell, and Russiansoldier felt that he needed to strengthen his swimming, anwyays. "This way to paradise." The male boomed loudly as he strolled out of camp. Coming from him, that sounded sketchy as Hell, but he didn't care. He made is way towards a certain sandy cove he had in mind, where the river met the shore and the current was gentle.