SSWM: 510
His ocean eyes followed her every movement. The sway of her hips when she moved forward, the curl of her fingers as she drummed the skulls of past victims. The woman moved so easily, so gracefully. It was enjoyable just to watch her. And terrifying for some reason. Conflicted he didn’t know whether he liked this woman or not, but he didn’t mind that she had stopped advancing and that the distance between them remained consistent. Her rich coat reminded him of Grace, who was gone and he wished that this woman was gone. He had been perfectly fine wandering by himself, and he hadn't been doing anything wrong. He wasn't going to cross into Inferni, could he just tell her that had she go away?
Yet she wasn't going anywhere, he could tell that already. The woman seemed comfortable in her clothes, with her walk, talking to him, standing there with her hand resting easy on the skull as if it were an extension of herself. The coppery lady seemed settled in. She was the opposite of him. Pripyat was an intruder, and an uneasy one at that. He was uncertain where she was certain. He was nervous where she was calm. He was a wolf where she was a coyote. Yet she wasn't unpleasant. Or hadn't been. All at once she became so, her smile fading and her voice becoming stern. Pripyat laid his ears back in protest, his youthful face still kind in a feeble attempt to curry favor with the woman. Clearing his throat he saw no reason to lie about his identity, he was who he was and there was no changing that. "Pripyat Soul."
His head bowed low in deference to her, for she outranked him here and he knew this. Wolves were submissive to those higher up in the hierarchy. They bowed their heads and lowered their tails and ears and looked away as to not insult whoever's gaze was bearing down on them. Pripyat wasn't sure if these formalities were the proper procedures for coyotes, no one ever told him how to interact with coyotes, but his canine instincts told him that the physical communication was universal. She would understand. He wasn't here for trouble, she could understand that. He was really just passing through. She would understand, he could make her understand. He didn't mean any harm and he didn't want any to befall him. She would understand, certainly she would. Wouldn't she?
"I'm sorry to be interrupting your day miss. Really I just got turned around. I can go around Inferni to get to the other side. It's not a big deal." Except that she stood between him and his path to circle around Inferni. He could turn and walk north, but he would only walk into the ocean. He could turn south and go home, but then he came all this way for nothing. He could go east, except that this nameless woman stood in his path and he was growing tired of her, standing there, staring at him.
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