Fresh Water Messiah

Bastion Hallow · 05-13-2011, 04:32 PM

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Table & Coding © Vannah; 325 words

The boy hadn't slipped too far away from his home. He was out away from Salsola enough so that he wouldn't attract any attention to the place but still close enough that he could make a quick retreat should he need to do so. After all he wasn't a physically impressive being. Nope, he was quite the small thing and that was made even more obvious now that his fur was plastered against his slim form. The boy had taken a dip in the river, the first time being accidental but the times afterwards that he had done purposefully. It was with childlike glee that he climbed to the top of the lowest waterfall, by the way of the shore next to the river, and leaped from it into the pool below.

It was such a simple and silly task but it was proving to be a source of enjoyment for the young male. He giggled as he took the plunge again. And once more he had to pull himself up and out of the river, panting as he did so. He wasn't the strongest swimmer but he was managing to get across the river and such. But he was only crossing a small enough expanse that he could see both shores. If it wasn't for that then he wouldn't have been likely to try it out. Then again he had never really tried to swim extensively before.

Once again, now that he was out of the water again, he made the trek back up the shore to get to the top of the waterfall so that he could once again jump from it. The progress was made with eager stumbling by the optime shifted boy. He was in something of a hurry to get to the top just to repeat the process all over again. He was just like a child at play, taking the greatest amount of joy from the simplest little action.

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Jefferson Soul · 05-17-2011, 01:52 PM

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The onset of recent tragedies, though now long past, had stolen from him much of his spirit: The scarred man had lost an arm, forcing him into a life of even more consistent pain with the constant use of the battered remaining limb; Pripyat lurked about Phoenix Valley in a constant state of guilt and displeasure, struggling with the belief that he was at fault for the loss of his father's arm in early February; Lucifer still stalked Valley borders and members, always a shadow in the Patriarch's step, always dodging his one-eyed gaze; Geneva had drifted away to die from the same disease that had claimed the one she loved before he, and preferred the scarred man nor his pack not to be there. Such thoughts sunk his heart, and like he had done so many days before, the cyclops wandered from Valley land to browse his thoughts and the arriving springtime alike elsewhere. He should have been back with his members, still ensuring they were safe from Lucifer, and yet in his heart he knew he could still do nothing.

The male rested for some time during his journey beside the comfort of a waterfall, the sound of rushing water quick to replace the noise of exhaustion and worry storming within his skull. For a while Jefferson sat in a meditative-like state, void of all thoughts and pinned by his weariness; thereafter he leaned back against a rock and dozed, allowing himself a rest much of his insomnia had not.

Bags beneath his eyes, cheers and sputters of another woke him not long later. Jefferson went unnoticed by the obnoxious youth, watching with irritation darkening the green of his eye as the child leapt time and time again from the waterfall's crest and danced down its length. Each time the boy disappeared beneath the surface at the waterfall's end, the cyclops peered over the edge holding his breath, and each time he resurfaced once again the scarred man breathed frustrated relief and sat back once more.

Eventually, when the boy lingered longer than usual at the waterfall's top, the cyclops called out to him from his reclined position off to the side, a third of the way down the falls' length. "You'll lose an arm if you keep that up," he barked, eye glancing briefly at the stump of a shoulder his lost limb had left him, then turned once more to the idiotic boy. Jefferson had made his warning; if the boy killed himself now, the scarred man would be at no fault.

Bastion Hallow · 06-06-2011, 01:45 PM

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He had been too focused on his task at hand to realize that someone else was in the area. Then again it wasn't as if he had been traveling over to the bank that the other had reclined himself on in order to really even notice. Actually it wasn't until he heard some sort of mumble amongst the roar of the water while he sought to catch his breath that he finally realized that he wasn't alone. Well, actually that realization came after he glanced around when he had thought that he had heard something. It was impossible to really tell with just how loud the water was. Eventually he ended up spotting some male looking up at him. The young male gave a playful yip and waved excitedly to the other. Whatever had been said was lost to the rush of the water so the caution couldn't be heeded as it wasn't even heard to be acknowledged.

But now that he knew he wasn't alone he gave another leap down the waterfall in order to splash in the pool below. With a gasped breath he broke through the surface of the water and made his way to the opposite shore from the one that he usually swam towards. He got to the side and pulled himself out of the water. He stood on the bank and shook himself out before he made to approach the older male. The boy ended up dropping down to his knees to try and sit close to the leader of a differing pack.

"Hi! You pretty!" The excited words were called out in a loud voice as he tried not to allow his voice to get drowned out by the sound of the waterfall. And with the same thought in mind his ears cupped themselves forwards in order to try and pick up on whatever the other might happen to say. The young male ran his eyes over the other's scarred face in an appreciative glance. Perhaps he was an odd one for taking as much pleasure and desire as he did in seeing one's physical ailments being permanently carved into their flesh but he did. The more scarred and disfigured that someone was then the prettier they were to him. It was something that he told his puppy often and then Janos would create brand new scars just for him.

Without really considering the consequences he reached up a hand to try and touch the scarring. His eyes were alight in child-like sort of fascination. He was curious as to how it felt. And even more he wished to know how it tasted. Of course that thought had the small boy leaning in with his tongue stuck out to try and attempt that much as well. Perhaps he should have asked first but what child ever really asked before doing what it was that they wanted to touch? After all his appearance fell along the lines of a young girl not yet at the reach of maturity, except for a single aspect of course. Not to mention that his scent always gave him away as well. But with as youthful as his appearance was so was his mind when it came to the things he wanted. He didn't consider consequences before acting just like a child.

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