01-02-2011, 03:04 AM
[html]Dated Jan 3 if that's okay? Day after he meets his half sister XD SSWM: 475
Pripyat hadn't come home last night. After meeting Miriette morte dre Soul the boy had wandered alone, all over Phoenix Valley, seeking solace in a place that did not exist. Throughout the night he found himself climbing the large tower, exploring the night club and wandering everywhere except the ranch. Anytime he moved from one location or another he circled wide around the ranch, knowing that if not asleep within than his father would be awake, reading by the fire or just staring into the flames. The large paws that he had finally grown into had taken him through the quarry before he meandered south to stare across the water too cold for crossing at Trinity Islands, and eventually his travels found him at Raven Beacon.
Here he finally stopped, slipping inside and up the stairs to stare out of the lighthouse, as he had when he was younger, when he had lived there. The lighthouse had been his first home, and would always feel different than anywhere else, and the memories rushed through him as he walked up and down the floors of the living quarters below, chasing away the images of his father, Addison, Miriette and whatever other siblings, adopted siblings or half siblings might be wandering about, unknown to him. His mother's face beamed at him from every corner, and her voice floated in with the sound of the waves crashing outside. Here no one exists but she and him, and it was here he finally found rest.
Daylight had been well established when Pripyat's eyes slid open. Confused with sleep Pripyat couldn't remember why he was waking up in Raven Beacon and not the ranch, where he had awake every single morning since the day Mother and him had moved in. As he rose the events of the night before came back to him, his half sister and all the anxiety she had created in him. His inability to shift. And his desire to be anywhere but where Jefferson was. Jefferson wasn't here, this was his. His and Mother's and he was satisfied when he realized this. No one had come looking for him, no one had bothered him. He truly could find peace in the lighthouse.
Exiting the lighthouse the boy made a beeline for the ranch house, and it wasn't long before he was bursting through the front doors. Inside was silent and Pripyat first looked at the chair by the fireplace. Jefferson was not there. He then went to look in the room the man slept, but he was absent there too. Which was odd, as normally his father could always be found at home, unless he had pack business to attend to. And Pripyat couldn’t think of a reason why the man would be out. Taking a deep breath he called out, "Dad?" and waited, ear perked.
Pripyat hadn't come home last night. After meeting Miriette morte dre Soul the boy had wandered alone, all over Phoenix Valley, seeking solace in a place that did not exist. Throughout the night he found himself climbing the large tower, exploring the night club and wandering everywhere except the ranch. Anytime he moved from one location or another he circled wide around the ranch, knowing that if not asleep within than his father would be awake, reading by the fire or just staring into the flames. The large paws that he had finally grown into had taken him through the quarry before he meandered south to stare across the water too cold for crossing at Trinity Islands, and eventually his travels found him at Raven Beacon.
Here he finally stopped, slipping inside and up the stairs to stare out of the lighthouse, as he had when he was younger, when he had lived there. The lighthouse had been his first home, and would always feel different than anywhere else, and the memories rushed through him as he walked up and down the floors of the living quarters below, chasing away the images of his father, Addison, Miriette and whatever other siblings, adopted siblings or half siblings might be wandering about, unknown to him. His mother's face beamed at him from every corner, and her voice floated in with the sound of the waves crashing outside. Here no one exists but she and him, and it was here he finally found rest.
Daylight had been well established when Pripyat's eyes slid open. Confused with sleep Pripyat couldn't remember why he was waking up in Raven Beacon and not the ranch, where he had awake every single morning since the day Mother and him had moved in. As he rose the events of the night before came back to him, his half sister and all the anxiety she had created in him. His inability to shift. And his desire to be anywhere but where Jefferson was. Jefferson wasn't here, this was his. His and Mother's and he was satisfied when he realized this. No one had come looking for him, no one had bothered him. He truly could find peace in the lighthouse.
Exiting the lighthouse the boy made a beeline for the ranch house, and it wasn't long before he was bursting through the front doors. Inside was silent and Pripyat first looked at the chair by the fireplace. Jefferson was not there. He then went to look in the room the man slept, but he was absent there too. Which was odd, as normally his father could always be found at home, unless he had pack business to attend to. And Pripyat couldn’t think of a reason why the man would be out. Taking a deep breath he called out, "Dad?" and waited, ear perked.