Posts by Whiterussian.

name: Whiterussian
clan wanted: Westeros

Thank you! A private thread sounds great. :)

The tales he had heard of BlizzardClan, and of the fate of the sister whose name was all he knew, were quite wild. He'd heard that they lived atop floating islands accessed by a grand staircase made of stone, that they still claimed their former territory as their own and that the islands came in an infinite variety of climates; but what interested him most of all was that apparently Sweetophelia was their current leader. Sweetophelia, the one and only, his half-sister. Their relationship had not been close - they had been raised separately and his impression of her had been confined to her name, but as far as he was aware she was the only family he had left. Aaron and Eurydice were gone and he had not heard anything of other relatives. What did he have left? He could continue to wander the loner lands in the same manner he had since the Civil War in Westeros, but he had tired of that life. The constant loneliness, relieved only by a smattering of brief and occasional companionship, had worn on him, and the decision to go to the islands and become part of BlizzardClan hadn't been difficult. He was abandoning nothing, after all. And if there was a chance of getting to know Sweetophelia he was going to jump at it. Presently, Whiterussian arrived at the bottom of the staircase peered upwards, just able to spot the dark indistinct shape of the main island high in the sky. He felt as though this moment was one he should savor and appreciate, as it was quite momentous, but the cold was new to him and it had not taken long to seep through this dense, short coat and grasp his bones. "Up you get." he murmured to himself, rolling back his shoulders and setting off up the staircase. Every successive step brought with it an intensified feeling of nerves, and by the time he was three-quarters of the way up he wondered if he should turn back. He shut his eyes and continued on, drawing on some unknown source of courage and trying to focus on the chilly sensation of the rock underfoot, worn smooth by countless sets of paws, instead of the anxiety gnawing at his stomach. When he reached the top he took in a breath and called out, in no mood to stand around waiting. "Hello? Is anyone near?"

Accolades for titles/ambassadors would be really cool, I think. Maybe gold for a color?

Hey, everyone! This is Whiterussian, I just got him from the BlizzardClan mass adoptions.
I'm really looking forward to RPing in BlizzardClan - I've been wanting to join for ages.

How is everyone today?

Ambassadors might look nice in a green. Maybe #6cce69? Unfortunately I don't have a way of editing them.

Thanks! Will do.

Thank you guys for doing that! <3

I just got back from a day out with my mother! It's nice - we haven't spent direct time together like that in a while and it was lovely. Had a great meal, but the restaurant was playing music and there was so much static xD

Anyways, I wanna get posting with Russ - does anyone want a thread with the so-called gentleman? And if anyone has any suggestions for a song to listen to while I write with him that would be lovely <3

Hey, you don't have to make it if you don't want to! I'm sure you're got enough on your plate. Do you want me to make it?

Cooking is a nice way to bond, too. What'd you make?

A cheetah with antlers was the first BlizzardClanner to receive him and while surprised at her appearance he was glad to have been noticed so quickly. Not much time had passed from his call to the rustling that came with Aimee's footsteps and he was ready for her, offering a stately dip of his head. "Hello. Perhaps you can. I'd like t - " he paused and cocked one chocolate-colored ear, having heard and caught sight of Etherealpaw almost in the same moment. He noticed that two females had greeted him - he was surprised they were so far from their homes and families, though he reminded himself that he was outdated in his beliefs. "Good day. My name is Whiterussian Targaryen-Patricius. I - hello, yes, thank you for confirming." he flashed the newest arrival, this one a she-cat of about his height and coloration but with thicker fur, a small smile before continuing. "I'm here because I'd like to become part of BlizzardClan, and also because I'd like to meet my half-sister, Sweetophelia. I've heard that she's taken up leadership of this Clan. As far as I'm aware she's one of my last family members. Would it be inappropriate if I called upon her? Though if there's any sort of initiation process I have to go through first, then fine. I need a home and BlizzardClan seems like a good place to call as your home."

// I didn't realize until this moment that Sweet is also a seal point! For some reason I thought she was a flame point...

Whiterussian had picked up the ability to read growing up in Westeros; poring over the old history books had been a beloved pastime, but in his moons as a loner he had been deprived of reading material. The books he had found were usually in a sorry state - shredded up for use in nests was the most common that he had seen. Once he'd slept on a copy of David Copperfield whilst staying in an abandoned Twoleg den. It had been surprisingly comfortable. The books that Pierce were presenting, though, were a sight for sore eyes and the warrior trotted over with haste, a smile appearing on his dark features. "We've got books here? You'll have to direct me to more once this is over with - it's been ages since I've read. With that in mind, I expect I'll be a little rusty. I'll take a stab at one of these, sir." he addressed the Vice-Leader cordially but enthusiastically, though only after offering a brief dip of greeting to Sweetophelia, Çelina, and Damien.

What was he interested in? It was a good question. In Westeros Russ had mostly kept himself confined to dry, informational texts about past leaders and happenings in the Clan. Other book types, like novels or storybooks, had been few and far between. "I'll read anything, sir." said the cream-chocolate warrior after a contemplative silence. "Whatever you've got for me, I'll take." if his skills were still usable he believed he had just found a new hobby.

Whiterussian felt as though he was in decent health; traveling was rough, but by and large he had mercifully escaped major injury or sickness. He was slightly too skinny - the suggestion of his ribcage was present on his cream-colored flank - and his paw pads had split from moons of incessant motion, but he was young and quite toned, and bound to heal quickly. A bit of extra food, perhaps some ointment for his paws, and surely he'd be as fit as a fiddle. The long-legged warrior strolled over and sat near Pierce, tail drifting around him. "A check-up would be lovely, miss. Thank you."

Whiterussian's memories of his parents were fond, though distant; he did not remember them with particular clarity, but whatever he did have was positive, definitely positive. Aaron, of course, had been part of BoneClan, and Eurydice was busy with her duties, but they had always been kind and he had no complaints. The reason he missed them was not because of a close relationship, now ended, but because they had been family. He had been missing family, been missing real bonds. Sweetophelia's existence, then, and having been readily accepted into BloodClan: he considered it a gift. He could see her every day as they fulfilled their respective roles and even if they weren't tight-knit, brother-sister, friends-through-thick-and-thin it still meant something to him. Whether or not she felt the same way, well - he didn't know. He did know that he wanted a private conversation with her, though, and when he spotted the ragdoll sitting outside her residence and polishing an unfamiliar blade he hastened over. "It's beautiful." remarked the chocolate-and-cream feline quietly, speaking in reference to the dagger. "Fine craftsmanship. Where did you get it?"

Mm, one of my teachers had us talk about The Color Purple in one of our poetry sessions - we were discussing Walker's poetry but naturally her famous novel came up. Did you enjoy it, Pen?

@Charlot - sorry, I don't know your RPer's name, but I'm an occasional reader of science fiction. My first science-fiction read was Interstellar Pig. My goodness. Have any of you read Interstellar Pig?

Ditto...I feel dreadful when I have to disrupt my Chihuahua mix when he gets comfy. ;w;

Oh, I'm sorry for not being clear! We didn't read in its entirety, she just had us analyze beginning. We were mostly focused on Walker's poetry.

AWW man Pen don't get me started! I love dogs, I've loved dogs from day 1<333

I have a chocolate Labrador who is my angel. 7, female, totally gorgeous and very smart. Unfortunately she's not been doing so well lately, so I've just been enjoying my time left with her <3
But back to the Chihuahua mix - Chihuahua/Maltese mix, little boy, white and fluffy with a few brown markings. He weighs 7lbs at his last check-up and he's probably a year and a half. He loves to climb things - windowsills, tables, couches, people - and trying to fetch tennis balls bigger than his head. He is my darling baby boy <33
Tell me about your pooch! Bichon/Shih Tzu is a pretty adorable combo, I must say. Cute + cute...

& Oh I'm not a big fan of those types of novels. I'm too much of a huge baby - the suffering she goes through written in such profound detail I think would overwhelm me.
I don't mind analyzing poetry but I never read poetry for fun so I don't think I'm very good at it xD

Pax - Never heard of that. You enjoying it?

Reiko - yuck! boo work! i'm sorry you have to go back :c
what do you do?

"Hello, Sweetophelia." he greeted her in the same soft tone and listened attentively as she told him about the dagger, nodding along. The blade had been Eurydice's? Renewed interest flashed in his blue eyes and despite his desire to inspect Rosethorn closely he refrained, not wishing to cross any boundaries. He'd opened his maw to say something else in reference to the dagger - most likely something complimentary - when she inquired if he had ever met the Prince of Dorne. "No, no, I don't believe so. A shame to have never met my stepfather, I suppose. He must've been a fine man for our mother to have married him. Did you form any solid impression of him in your...abbreviated time together?" the tall tomcat took a seat, careful to be within range for a conversation but not so close as to appear overeager.

The last time Whiterussian had been in a Clan, weekly tasks weren't common like they were nowadays. He didn't object, though, and once he arrived he understood in short order what they were. A nice idea - he regarded the tasks as busywork, of course, but he was a believer in the saying about idle hands. "Ready and waiting, sir." called the chocolate-cream cat cordially.