01-03-2011, 05:17 PM
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Although he had made peace with both Mother and Jefferson, Pripyat Soul was unable to stay in Phoenix Valley for any extended period of time without growing restless. He still slept in his room at the ranch, but the night he had slept at Raven Beacon seemed to him the last really good bit of rest he had received. When he did sleep at the ranch he thought about his siblings, those he knew, those he only knew of, and then those who might exist and he had no idea of their existence. Miriette had sprung up from nowhere it seemed, quickly followed by a ghost child he couldn’t quite stop thinking of, and their existence made it possible for many others to exist. Geneva of course had no others she did not tell him of, he didn’t think she would lie to him, but if Jefferson didn’t remember his whole past who knew what other litters he had fathered? The boy had quickly gone from being the one and only son of Geneva and Jefferson to have more siblings than he cared for. Addison had been enough, he had been content with her, there simply wasn't room for anyone else. Yet they were there, whether physically in the pack or simply in his head now, and there was little he could do to chase them away.
And so the only thing to do was to run from them himself. Outside of Phoenix Valley he didn't quite need to think of them as often and though he always returned home at night he found himself roaming greater distances during the day. Prior to reading his mother's journal he had scouted about Halifax and so it was only natural that after reading it he went further. Whatever was on the other side of the cement city he would discover it. The journey took him a while, for he did find himself distracted by some buildings in Halifax but it was not long after he emerged from the city boundaries he came to the borders of another pack. Inferni had been the only claimed lands other than Phoenix Valley he had visited, and that visit had not gone well so his hesitance at approaching was understandable.
Yet the seven month old boy was brave, perhaps too brave, and his sense of adventure was healthy and growing. He moved on four paws, for though he could shift now traveling went quicker as a lupus, and soon he found himself halted once more by the invisible borders marked by scents. As he had done when discovering Inferni he moved along the borders, sniffing here and there and taking in the sights, but never crossing over the boundary, for they couldn't get angry if he didn’t trespass… even if that logical thinking hadn’t worked with the Inferni coyote.
Although he had made peace with both Mother and Jefferson, Pripyat Soul was unable to stay in Phoenix Valley for any extended period of time without growing restless. He still slept in his room at the ranch, but the night he had slept at Raven Beacon seemed to him the last really good bit of rest he had received. When he did sleep at the ranch he thought about his siblings, those he knew, those he only knew of, and then those who might exist and he had no idea of their existence. Miriette had sprung up from nowhere it seemed, quickly followed by a ghost child he couldn’t quite stop thinking of, and their existence made it possible for many others to exist. Geneva of course had no others she did not tell him of, he didn’t think she would lie to him, but if Jefferson didn’t remember his whole past who knew what other litters he had fathered? The boy had quickly gone from being the one and only son of Geneva and Jefferson to have more siblings than he cared for. Addison had been enough, he had been content with her, there simply wasn't room for anyone else. Yet they were there, whether physically in the pack or simply in his head now, and there was little he could do to chase them away.
And so the only thing to do was to run from them himself. Outside of Phoenix Valley he didn't quite need to think of them as often and though he always returned home at night he found himself roaming greater distances during the day. Prior to reading his mother's journal he had scouted about Halifax and so it was only natural that after reading it he went further. Whatever was on the other side of the cement city he would discover it. The journey took him a while, for he did find himself distracted by some buildings in Halifax but it was not long after he emerged from the city boundaries he came to the borders of another pack. Inferni had been the only claimed lands other than Phoenix Valley he had visited, and that visit had not gone well so his hesitance at approaching was understandable.
Yet the seven month old boy was brave, perhaps too brave, and his sense of adventure was healthy and growing. He moved on four paws, for though he could shift now traveling went quicker as a lupus, and soon he found himself halted once more by the invisible borders marked by scents. As he had done when discovering Inferni he moved along the borders, sniffing here and there and taking in the sights, but never crossing over the boundary, for they couldn't get angry if he didn’t trespass… even if that logical thinking hadn’t worked with the Inferni coyote.