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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]It was unfortunate, wasn't it? He hated himself so much that the word simply lost all meaning. 'Hate is a strong word', they say, but at this point, Russ would very much disagree. It was no longer the word that was strong for him, but the actual feelings backing it. He was almost one hundred percent sure that he was useless, unneccessary, and unneeded. Many people had told him otherwise, but again, he was convinced that it was all just.. talk. Everybody said things that you wanted to hear. Especially whern they wanted something from you.

He just learned to casually tune out messages of positivity with thoughts of loathing and self-hate. That's what he really enjoyed about it- it didn't have to be dramatic.

"You're the most stubborn person I've ever met," he admitted with mild amusement, but deep down, he was thankful. She wouldn't have stuck around if she wasn't.

Russiansoldier needed to catch up with his children, indeed. He needed to catch up with everyone, actually. It was good that many seemed to have never left, or at least the new faces knew who he was. Russ honestly had no clue how he possibly made it that far, to be known amongst future generations. Maybe his level of douchiness was so huge that the aftershock of it affected the unborn.

The handsome timberwolf allowed amusement to creep onto his face as she grew nearer. "Mm, anything." He admitted, tone smooth and controlled. "Anything but 'Daddy'. Please don't ever call me 'Daddy'." One of Russiansoldier's infamous half-smiles fell across his features as he shook his head. "Never."

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Russiansoldier glanced towards Loki. 'Define paradise.' Hmm.

"Your mom." He said quickly. Oooooooooohhhhhhhh shxt. Russ would tehn shake his head, as if waving off what he had just said as if it never happened. It was probably best for Loki to take the same approach. "Don't worry about it, buddy. You'll have fun. You'll all have fun. 'Cause I'm there." He explained flatly, offering a wink in Melantha's direction. He kept walking.

As Cordelia fell into place nearby, Russ raised a brow, smirking. "The fxck are you going on about 'hot babes'? You're blind." He pointed out, a smooth laugh rolling from his lips. He nodded towards Yukine. "Me? Perhaps. But I..." he thrusted his head back, looking up towards the heavens. "Am a child of the Light." He said melodramatically. No, Yukine was absolutely right. No God could seem to stop his wandering eyes.

At last, they arrived at their destination. A white, sandy beach, unpolluted by the toxicities of of mankind. "Lovely. Now, if you all will excuse me- I'm about to get wetter than a shamwow in an Olympic sized pool." Nice choice of words, Russ. He leaped into the river.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]"I don't see why not," Russiansoldier muttered, taking a step towards the small crowd gathered. He took a seat.

gahdamn

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]"Cool your jets." Russiansoldier muttered, a brow raised. Ugh. Riot was excessive. It was nothing personal, though- Russ just had a headache. On any other day, he probably would have thought she was, well, a riot. "Here's a good tip when it comes to making friends: don't start by telling them that you don't like them." Russ snorted in amusement. "How long are you sticking around?"

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]It was a pretty normal day for Russiansoldier, too.

Well, up until this exact second, at least.

Russiansoldier was walking, as one does, paws sinking a few inches into the sand. It was hot as hell out. If he could shed his coat and walk around buckass naked, he certainly would, but he doubted that it would do much good for him. So he stayed hot, and he stayed hydrated, allowing the burning heat on his back to slip out of his mind. In their old territory, it was just hot. Here, it was humid, too. Ugh.

The handsome male, a nonchalant expression on his face, spotted a dark figure in the distance. He was approaching Corelia from behind, it seemed, her body displayed out before him.

"Get up."

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]"I don't know," Russiansoldier admitted honestly, his eyes lifting to the sky in thought. "Probably not Melantha." He said at last, tone calm and collected. His way of speaking certainly was a reflection on who he was as a person. Cool. Controlled. Unprovoked. Some tried to stumble through their lives taking every word spat at them as an offense, pugnacious and defensive. But not Russiansoldier. He had been called a slxt so many times that he jut learned to take it as a term of endearment. It was one of his finer qualities: instead of taking what other people say about him seriously, he just ignores that and beats himself up instead. What a talent.

At least it didn't show as much as an effect as the former would.

Pulling himself away from his unhealthier thoughts, Russ would laugh. "No need. I'd already have ya butchered." He teased, tapping his tail against the grainy stone underneath him. From the amount of arguments they've had, and the topics they'd had them about, Soldier was quite frankly surprised that the two hotheads didn't already kill each other. Russ supposed he didn't ever lash out because she didn't do anything wrong, and it indeed took him a very, very long while to get to the point where he throws a temper tantrum. Melantha was a little bit different. She could be cold, but he was a few degrees colder. When he hurt her emotionally, she would get mad, and then nothing. The permafrost would be set.

Once again, he dragged himself away from those unneeded thoughts. There was no reason to spoil their little reunion with such nonsense. "That sounds wonderful, Melantha." He said. "Please, enlighten me. Where is the best place to go for a date as such?"

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]//i call it cling film or seran wrap o

Russiansoldier rose a brow. Is this what Bloodclan has become? Freaking out over cards? A smirk fell over his face, genuinely amused, and genuinely unimpressed. Hm. Oh well. He wasn't going to be the one to step up and say something about it.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]It would be good, Russ knew, to participate in such to make sure that his skills were in check. Although he would much rather be laying on a beach right now, he decided to step forward.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Hm. Many of these individuals were not any that Russiansoldier himself was familiar with, so he decided to stay out of the conversation at hand and just observe.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Y'all are hot?" Russiansoldier questioned rhetorically. Obviously. It felt like it was at least one hundred and ten, and the male felt like his skin was just melting off. Not falling, not dropping, but melting, leaving a puddle composed of 1% evil and 99% hot gas in its wake.

"The shade doesn't even offer much help," he muttered with a sigh.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]Ugh, jeez. Russiansoldier had a headache ( as he usually did ) and although the girl's singing was fine, it was enough to put him over the edge. He stood quiet, dazed and wanting an Advil.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Bruh," Russiansoldier muttered. Apparently the others were seeing this, too, so he wasn't completely insane. Or maybe he was. Maybe they all were collectively crazy. He would rather not know the answer.

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]Russiansoldier stood quiet as she did so, his eyes still fixed on her, unmoving. His face was in the expression it was most found in, an expression that many others found adorable: his brows furrowed, lips between a frown and a smirk. It was the face he made when he was either contemplating whether or not he should live on this planet anymore, the expression used when evaluating his options, the look he gave people (especially girls) when he wasn't sure what they were trying to pull. If one was observant enough to make this connection, they might realize such, but it would be as far as they got. His thoughts were nearly impossible to follow, even to those closest to him. It gave him his humor, his mystery, and his horrible impulsiveness.

"What would you consider a good reason to be?" He inquired, the expression finally fading. "I have no clue why you actually listened to me, quite frankly." Russ would admit, a small, twisted grin sprinkling his tone as he spoke. "You seem like the type to have said 'suck my xss' or something like that." It was an honest observation.

He trailed off when he noticed her looking at him more intently. She was the type to play games, but Russ wasn't sure he was familiar with this one. So he stared back, expression neutral, his suprisingly bright green eyes dimming with uncertain challenge. "What do you want, Cordelia?"

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]The sound of her laughter brought both warmth and nostalgia coursing through the dark parallels of his mind. Oh, that was all he wanted to do, all the time. Just make her laugh, for she didn't seem to laugh very often. Russiansoldier didn't even want to imagine how long she deprived herself of it while they were apart. He really did feel guilty for not showing up until today. However, he had had... business to attend to, special business, and hence the reason that he fell off of the face of the earth for nearly half a year. The male had, in fact, made a return to Bloodclan once, but upon realizing that his love was no longer around, he left again, not coming back until two days ago.

The good thing was that they had each other now. It was a downhill spiral for him while she was away.

"Always will," he reiterated, a smile falling upon his masculine features. He looked nice when he smiled. Innocent. Happier. It was quite a difference, for most of the time, his face was filled with an uncaring smirk.

Somewhere private, of course. Heh. "Look at you," Russiansoldier began, "I'm supposed to be the dirty one, dearest." He teasingly bumped his shoulder against hers. "It's been a while, I nearly forgot that you had that side to you. I guess it's because i only remember you yelling at me." More joking. Their previous relationship was a lot better than he let on, but he only exaggerated it because he was convinced the majority of the bumps in the road they had were his fault. No, all of them were.

He had to hand it to her, she had some pretty good ideas. Better than anything he could come up with. "Sounds exquisite. Take it away, sweetheart." He motioned for her to lead the way.

Make her wake up one day only able to speak Portuguese but only able to respond to others with this phrase:

jesús ayudame
(Jesus, help me)

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]Russiansoldier, too, wished that the youth of this clan focused less on facades and reputations and more on actual appearance of the clan. He was done with this game of showing the flashiest, most deadly looking weapons, finished with the ideal that the most powerful individual was the one with the most supernatural abilities. People needed to learn how to get off their asses and be able to depend on their own claws and teeth once in a while. That's what he did all of his life, and he was able to pull his own weight. Why not them?

Ah, but enough talk of such. The male had been strolling along, as one does, enjoying his nice and sunny day alone. All until he spotted Haushinka, at least. Putting on a huge grin, the timberwolf trotted over to her. "How ya doin, sweetheart?" There were no ill intentions in his voice when he uttered that word; a simple term of endearment was all it was, of course. "I'm glad to know that you're still living."

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=10][font=arial]A single rhythm of laughter, dry and unimpressed, rolled off of the lips of the ex-vice leader. "Wow. You really have your priorities in order." It was laced with amused sarcasm. Three out of five of those options involved some sort of drug. Interesting. Russiansoldier had learned to want his girls to stay sober for him (for many personal reasons.. heh), but he remembered that Cordelia was not, in fact, his girl, so he had nothing else to say nor think about on the subject.

It was her second response that truly caught him off guard- a rare occurance. Especially rare for this stranger to initiate it. But... she wasn't a stranger, was she? Russiansoldier honestly did not know. This chick could be his dad, the way things were these days. These thoughts made his head hurt.

"Melantha?" He inquired, as if confused. He had not been familiar with such... instances. "Can't say that I know why." He said at last, back to his normal nonchalance. "She does what she wants." He added, his eyes brushing over the curvaceous serval's face. Was she telling the truth? He had no idea about any of this until Cordelia mentioned it moments ago. However, Melantha did seem like the type...

"Maybe it is about me. I'm glad we're finally on the same page." He took a seat, offering her one as well- ironic, as he just told her to get up. He was fully concious of it. "Tell me more, darling."

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify][size=8]"Oh, dearest Kosher," Russiansoldier said in smooth acknowledgement, taking long strides over to sit nearby. He, too, stared into the lake, wondering what the big deal was about a reflection but then remembering that the darling was sad. "What a tragedy it is, to see a frown on that pretty lil' face of yours."

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[hr][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width=500px][justify]Introduction push your dearest characters into the abysmal chasm.

Chart❂❂ Kosher Harbringer { interested, both friendship wise and somewhat sexually } Kosher Harbringer is one helluva chick. The way that she greeted me at my re-joining was certainly worth my attention -- come to think of it, most of the chicks at my re-joining seemed to be a bit less... conservative. Regardless, she seems like someone I could have a good time with. Feel free to interpret that whichever way you want, heh. Heh.

❂ Fauna { interest, respect } Fauna is someone that I somewhat remember from when I was vice-leader here. She is strong-willed and independent, someone I feel that could rip my throat out. Exquisite.

❂❂ Calvaro { platonic love, friendship } I'm glad that this guy is back. Hell, he's brutal, he's funny, he's intelligent, he's like a brother to me. I hope he sticks around.

❂ Judith { friendship } It's been a while since I heard that name. Oh, she was a sweetheart... I'm honestly trying to remember if we had sex or not. Heh. If we did, I regret it, because she probably would have done better off without me in her life. But that's everyone, honestly. Better off without me.

❂ [size=8]Hysteria { irritation, uncertainty } I honestly have no idea how to handle this chick. I guess I should be nice to her (as nice as a guy like me can be) but she shouldn't expect much. I suppose I'm most likely to stay away from her, because it seems to me that she has a bat so far up her xss that it turned her into a popsicle.

❂❂ [size=8]Melantha { lust, romantic interest, friend, love } I'm glad that she's around. I'm really, really glad. I'm not trying to be too mushy here, but, uh... She really means a lot to me. I don't think I would be living today if it weren't for her.

❂ [size=8]Domeric { interest } This guy is fxcking nuts. I like him already.

❂❂ [size=8]Cordeliia { slight romantic/sexual interest, non-romantic interest } I know this chick. I can tell you that. I don't know where from, but I can tell you that shes either a) wanting to fxck me, b) wanting to slit my throat, or both simultaneously. Eesh.