Like So Much For Whatever

Pripyat Soul · 01-17-2012, 02:21 AM

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Noah's explanation did not come as a surprise to Pripyat. The old ways. Always on four legs. Hunting as a team with only fang and speed for weaponry. Sticking the that strict hierarchy. Yet Pripyat only looked at Noah, his mind running through all the ways he lived now. Bow and arrow brought home meals and he slept enclosed by four walls. Was he spoiled? Noah too had been part of that life. Pripyat wondered then about Marie the draft horse Noah had kept while in Ichika. Had she too made the move to New Dawn? Pripyat hadn't checked, finding little personal use for Broken Arrow Ranch but now he wondered. There would be no use for Marie with the old ways, except as a meal.

Did New Dawn really live according to such traditions? Only the alphas would mate then, and Pripyat wondered if the New Dawn canines would restrain themselves from such biological urges. They would not make use of their optime forms, for they were wolves. And yet Pripyat did not believe that. Somewhere along the line they had ceased to be wolves and started to become luperci. The physiological differences were swift, but the lifestyle change that had come along with the mutating virus was much more gradual. Yet was that something to fight? Why reject such useful abilities as opposable thumbs and a taller, more primate like stance?

Yet the man did not argue the point, only watched the older man who seemed more content and at ease with such a life. The smoke scented Eika wondered how the pack would fare then if one clan or another came after them. On four legs there would be little defense against such humanized methods of warfare. Burning the territory, arrows and knives, and even extracting lethal poisons from plants. There were all means of destruction possible only because of their evolution into such strange beasts. In the face of such dangers, the four legged form was of little help. Had they thought of them when seeking refuge into the past?

Noah's mind was not so full of grim thoughts, as he posed to Pripyat what the boy found to be a very strange question. When was the last time he played? The man's mind spun, reeling back in time and space searching for an answer. Arye. He had last played with Arye, as they often did. They'd run and jump and tumble and wrestle and they became children in adult bodies. It was hard not to, when the honey eyed angel had filled him with such lightness. And now, now that all seemed silly and he looked scornfully at Noah, who hopped about strangely and made rustic canine noises. The man, towering on two feet over the unshifted elder, only shook his head sadly. "No, Noah. I have no use for games."

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