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Pripyat was not granted the gift of solitude for long. Alone he meandered along the border, taking in the different skulls and picturing where they come from. What they might have looked like with blood, muscle and skin. And morbidly he wondered what his skull might look like without its skin, and with an inner shiver he prayed that no one would ever find out. Yet the skulls did not scare him, though perhaps their existence was one point in Addison warning him not to come to Inferni. He had come anyway, as soon as he had a long stretch of time to himself, and soon enough he was no longer alone.
Her voice was lovely, and syrupy but even so the young boy took a few steps back as the woman closed the distance between them. Looking up at her from his four legged form he thought he had never seen a creature such as her. Draped in colors other than her own fur, he was unaccustomed to clothing and those who wore it. And a coyote at that, he had never really seen one. His father in some ways resembled a coyote, being a quarter coyote himself, but Jefferson was a hybrid and the wolfish features shone through. Pripyat himself, for whatever strains of coyotes DNA had been passed down to him, looked all wolf. He was his mother's child in that respect.
“Hello.” His voice was steady even if he pulse was not. Why anxiety suddenly gripped him he wasn't unsure but he couldn't help but think of Addison and what would she think if she knew he was here, talking to this strange lady? She wouldn't be happy, that was sure. Jefferson probably wouldn't be either. And Pripyat couldn't even bring himself to imagine what his mother would think. But none of them were here. It was just him and the lady, and something had to be said other than "Hello".
Licking his lips he found his tongue had mysteriously lost its moisture. Still, dry tongue or not he should explain what he was doing here and everything would be fine. He wasn't doing anything wrong after all, but what was he doing here? "I was just passing through and came upon the borders. I didn't know I couldn’t cross through this way. What is this place?" Why he asked he wasn't sure, he knew. This was Inferni. Where He Wasn't Suppose To Be.
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