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- Pripyat Soul - 10-18-2010 [html] The delicate foliage crumbled in his mouth, milk teeth now fully replaced by adult teeth. The new teeth he sported were not really meant for such tasks and when he missed they clicked together sharply, a hollow snap as his jaws clipped empty air. Yet when he succeeded in grabbing the leaves as they fell off their branches, dancing down towards autumn’s floor, the fangs proved far too powerful for such childish games. The leaves were simply annihilated as jaws and teeth meant for crushing bone and flesh took hold, shredding the greener ones and crumpling the red to brown variety. It was not only his adult mouth that gave him such an advantage. His body, lankier and more awkward by the day, had muscle mass that in weeks prior had only been a child’s fat, put there by mother’s milk and made his downy fur oh so soft. He was no longer that pudgy creature with fur soft as a rabbit’s. It was growing thicker, coarser, preparing for the winter before him and the many coming years. That was nothing to say of his mental capabilities, which in comparison to his physical growth was growing by leaps and bounds. Nearly four and a half months, which really was not so long a time but to Pripyat it was forever, had passed since his birth and his memories of the first month or so were hazy at best. He remembered the lighthouse of course, but it was as if life at the ranch was all he ever knew. And his current state of being did not shock or surprise him, certainly to him the changes seemed gradual and almost unnoticeable, but to the trained eyes of adults, certainly his mother, it was a rapid development. In another week or so he’d weigh more, be faster, smarter and in a few months time his size would rival his father’s and the other males of the pack, although Pripyat did not think that far in advance. He was quite content to be snapping fall leaves out of the air outside the ranch, going about his life in the best way he knew how. His game continued for nearly an hour as the sun rose higher in the sky, illuminating not only his ocean eyes but the fire of autumn. When finally he felt he had had enough, Pripyat slid down on his belly, chest rising and falling fast. How easy it was to wear one’s self out! And yet there was another leaf, this one deep red with edges of gold and so slowly it fell… Snap. He landed perfectly, the torn leaf protruding from smiling lips as the boy circled back around, spitting the greenery at his feet. - Addison - 10-19-2010 [html]
- Pripyat Soul - 11-05-2010 [html] The voice that called out to him made the poor boy nearly jump out of his skin. Spinning around, wide eyed, the slate colored creature came face to face with a female he did not know. But she smelled strongly of his father and with his limited logic he knew she must not be bad, because Jefferson wouldn't spend too much time with anyone whose heart was in the wrong place. Yet that she could creep up on him so easily and he had never seen this woman before startled him. Had she been in Phoenix Valley long? Was he a bad member for not knowing? Should he know? Did Mother and Jefferson expect him to? For a long moment his ocean eyes simply stared up at her, but when she made no move or noise he allowed his muscle, tense and ready to spring in any which way, relax. "Hello! I'm Pripyat!" The long grey tail connected to his rump began to rhythmically beat against the ground. Yet he didn't know if his introduction sufficed. Who was Pripyat anyway? Part of him expected anyone who knew Jefferson or Geneva, and that was anyone in Phoenix Valley, to know the name. Yet even as young as he was he his ego was not so swelled, and if she didn't know who Pripyat was that was okay. Not ideal, but okay. They could still be friends, he was quite sure. "You want to catch leaves with me?" And why would she, it was so much fun. - Addison - 11-05-2010 [html]
- Pripyat Soul - 11-08-2010 [html] Brows furrowed at the older girl, who claimed to be his sister. That was impossible. He was Mother’s only child! As Pripyat opened his mouth to say so Jefferson flashed before his eyes. Oh yes, perhaps his father had said something about having a daughter, but Pripyat had never questioned it. She hadn’t been around and hadn’t been likely to return… and yet here she was. For a long moment he was stunned to silence. There had been many occasions where jealousy had seeped into his young heart, unwanted of course, when he thought of sharing Geneva too much. Yet he had never considered losing Jefferson to another. The boy knew that both his mother and father would scoff at his feelings, reassure him that loving others did not mean loving him less, but sometimes, no matter how hard he struggled to believe that, it was hard to accept. Exhaling with intent he eyed the girl carefully, and for the moment did not comment on their relations. Perhaps, if he said nothing than nothing would change. Except so much had already changed. The lighthouse was a distant memory and Pripyat shared the ranch house with so many others now. Grace danced before him and he knew, from their short meeting and the strong scent that Addison had on her, they had come together. "The best leaf hunting spot is right here." Which he was only sure of because it was the only spot he had ever hunted leaves in. Yet breaking the silence felt good and he focused on the explanation of leaf hunting, forgetting for the moment that his older sister of sorts was before him. "You wait until one starts to fall free from the tree and then you jump and rip it to shreds!" And there was one now… "Like this!" The exclamation barely made it pass his lips as he sprung up, snapping the yellow and red maple leaf up, landing and spitting it right at Addison’s feet. - Addison - 11-10-2010 [html]
- Pripyat Soul - 12-01-2010 [html] Pripyat watched as Addison took a turn at the game. The results were very different, and Pripyat had to admit, much less exciting with the newer optime version. It seemed all Addison really had to do was reach up and close her fist to catch up the falling leaf. Perhaps it was her size, or age, but she seemed not nearly as engaged in the game as he had been and when she asked if her way was okay Pripyat was thoroughly torn. On one hand he didn’t think that there really was any one wrong way to play, and there was no reason to be rude and tell Addison she was doing it wrong. Yet without the leaping and snapping of teeth something seemed to be missing. Thankfully the tawny girl gave him reason to ignore the first question as she voiced another, and he hoped that with his silence she would just assume whatever response she wished for most. "Oh, they taste horrendous. Like grass." And yet he spoke with a big grin on his face. And in his answer Pripyat had inadvertently admitted to sampling grass. The boy did not expand on how, observing the horses and cows, he had been intrigued by the greens, but it was sufficient to say wolves were meant to be carnivores. Still this did not keep him from playing the leaf catching game (or from tasting certain plants that seemed to strike his fancy). The leaf game was worth the horrid taste of chlorophyll, and he was excited to hear Addison knew of a certain tree where the game could be perhaps more exciting. "Oh! Where is it? Will you take me there?" - Addison - 12-01-2010 [html]
- Pripyat Soul - 12-11-2010 [html] The woman, his sister, seemed hesitant to tell the gray boy. The result of this was of course that Pripyat was anticipating the answer even more. His tiny heart beat with excitement as Addison finally landed on telling him where the tree was, and her answer revealed the reason she had thought twice about telling him. Inferni? Pripyat recognized the name of the clan but hadn’t inquired too deeply of them. Dangerous though. That sounded exciting. Yet Jefferson didn’t want them there… Pripyat heart’s sank. He had never willingly disobeyed Jefferson or Mother. Doing so had never even occurred to him as Pripyat had never wanted anything that they had denied him. Their existence together had been, from Pripyat’s young mind, nearly ideal. The idea of going there occurred to him then, but he nodded solemnly at Addison, indicating that he of course wouldn’t dream of going there. That would be madness. Yet one question remained, and a rather important one at that. "Where is Inferni?" - Addison - 12-30-2010 [html]
- Pripyat Soul - 01-03-2011 [html] Pripyat's ocean eyes watched the face of his adoptive sister closely. He really knew her almost not at all, so he wasn't sure if she was going to tell him the location of the Inferni clan or not. Although, if she didn't, the boy knew he could find out one way or another. It would be harder and less convenient, but if he wanted to know the knowledge wasn't hidden or buried. It just had never directly been told to him, there had been no reason. And there was no reason now really, except his curiosity. And perhaps to tell him where not to go. After all, if he didn’t know where Inferni was, how could he avoid it? He might accidentally just show up on their doorstep. Yet Pripyat didn't need to worry, because Addison knew and although she frowned it did not seem she frowned because she didn't wish to answer his question but because she didn't know how. Finally the words came and Pripyat recorded them mentally, knowing he wouldn't soon forget this new piece of knowledge. Northwest, but mostly north from her words it seemed. Pripyat nodded again, sucking in the information like a vacuum. What other information could Addison share for him? He had more questions about Inferni but it wouldn't be wise to keep asking, for her to know how interested he was. He didn't ask any more questions but he didn't know what to say either. Thankfully he didn’t have to say anything, for a call sounded on the wind and it was meant for him. He was, at times, still being called back to the ranch for one reason or another. Laying his ears back, he bowed his head to Addison, knowing she too heard the call and knew what it meant for him. "I'm sorry, I need to get home." Turning he moved towards the ranch, his oversized paws thudding the soon to be frozen ground. Looking back he smiled at the girl, his young face pleasant and grateful, although his words did not match the source of his gratitude. "It was nice meeting you Addison. Thank you for catching leaves with me." And then he was gone. |