Привет

So. I see. Maybe two or three still active people following this blog. With season 3 coming up and my muse for Arvo roaring back to life ---  Would anyone be willing to make Arvo a really nice theme if I were to bring him back ?

⇃✶⇂ ;; —– -    Arvo jolted in surprise, eyes wide in    worry and surprise, "N-- No! I-- Я не-    I did not come here to hurt you, I swear    it." He saw her earlier, he just wanted     to talk... She looked like she was alone    anyway, he sorely hoped he was right.

⇃✶⇂ ;; ----- -      “I don’t have anything. Please-- go away--” Fists       quivering at his sides, the Russian backed away       to the best of his ability when a bar of rusted metal       hindering him, “J-just go-- leave me alone-!”

⇃✶⇂ ;; —– -       “It is-- моя- m-my bad...” People really should not trust        the short and injured boy to be doing heavy lifting. 

Gonna drop a starter call here–

Currently need help finding the active TWDG RP blogs.  + Gonnnnaaa go follow some rad people I follow on Jack.

     But then it happened. A voice behind him. His shaking stopped, then      picked up twice as bad as he twisted around in fear! A boy-- maybe around      his age, much, much taller... Instinctively Arvo withdrew his revolver-- one      handed (that was so stupid! Vitali said never to shoot one handed--)- and      aimed at the boys head. Blue eyes blown in fear, he felt his jaw lock, words      floundering in the back of his mind. Even as the primary translator of his group,      he couldn’t find a single word to say. All he could do was lower his brow and      try to seem serious.

⇃✶⇂ ;; —– -      At first, he thought the growling would be some sort of wild     animal dealing with the nezhit undead monsters. He was going     to turn away, avoid both threats at all costs-- until there was a     thunder of footfalls. Something solid hit him and his voice broke     in an unattractive manner. Was it a monster? He’d stand no     chance, with just an ax in hand and at this close range, the best     he could do was swing it in the general direction of what had     bumped into him--