almost but not quite.

Pripyat Soul · 01-10-2011, 08:42 PM

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Now that he was closer he could see the details of the woman, and take in her scent better. The pack she came from was unfamiliar to him, but most were so that did not surprise the boy. Her coat was not too unlike his own, made mostly of gray, but the contrast that the white and black made upon her body was much more drastic than his own, which was nearly a solid grey with flecks and smaller bursts of white. Her eyes too were not dissimilar, though the shades of blue did not quite match exactly. Her’s were softer, a lighter blue, while his own were a deeper and darker color. It was the difference between the ocean on a fine day and the ocean on a slightly less sunny day, yet both sets of eyes were vibrant and unmistakably blue.

Coming only a few more feet closer he paused, taking in the sound of her voice and the way she spoke. It was pleasant and he was pleased that she was not out rightly hostile, for he didn’t know how many poor encountered he could experience before retiring to Phoenix Valley for the rest of his life. Slowly he seated himself, going over her words. Very far for this pleasure? The pleasure of this scene or of her? Pripyat only smiled, for whatever he had come here for, he hadn’t come so very far. “I’m from Phoenix Valley, just a ways west along this coast.” Was she familiar with the land at all, or even less so than he? Well, if ever she should seek it than she would find it easily enough. “My name is Pripyat Soul.” He bowed his head once more, as kindly as he could, before looking up and waiting to hear her own name.

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