almost but not quite.

Pripyat Soul · 01-04-2011, 08:37 PM

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He wasn't angry or hurt or even anxious. Yet he was unable to sleep. The sun hadn't set yet, but would soon, and though he felt exhausted and had nothing to do with the rest of the day he couldn't fall asleep. After his meeting with Melee he gone home to the ranch, found no rest there and then traveled out to Raven Beacon. Even his private sanctuary seemed unable to still his restlessness. In a feeble attempt to walk off the unpleasant plaguing feelings he began to wander. No purpose or direction, and now that his world extended out of the pack lands it did not seem strange or wrong to the boy that his feet took him east, out of Phoenx Valley. He moved along their own coast, under the sands turned into neutral territory and he kept walking. The young boy hadn't been out this way but the beaches seemed deserted in the winter darkness and he had no qualms about traveling further.

Until he spotted another being. Pripyat froze in his tracks, nose twitching and ears up and forward. The boy once again traveled on four legs rather than four, and he could see that not only did the stranger prefer their optime form they were adorned with clothing, which wasn't really so strange. At times his mother would don clothing and, he blushed thinking of it, present Jefferson or himself with items to try on. Yet he felt more natural in his more primal form and traveling took less time. He had become apt at shifting though, and if he wished for his two legged form he could quickly obtain it. Still for her to be shifted and him not the memory that came to him was unpleasant. He recalled his meeting with the Inferni female. Another distant family member but one so nasty and distant he didn't really have to think about her. She wasn't bothersome as the others might be. That meeting had gone poorly, but his last two encounters had been more pleasant. Nuri and Melee, both had been kinder and this gave him courage to approach the stranger.

Coming up to her, the lad dipped his head respectfully, stopping his approach when they were close enough to talk but not so close Pripyat was invading on the other's space. His ocean eyes reflected the light off the moon and stars, starting to appear in the sky now that the sun had disappeared, and he tried to make out all the details he could about her. “Ah, hello there. Good evening miss.” Was that what one said to a stranger on neutral lands? He didn’t know. The script for meeting one upon claimed lands seemed well known to all canines. Hello, who are you? What are you doing here? On neutral lands such formalities were unnecessary, and he had no idea if he was interrupting her or not.

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