'til kingdom come

Jefferson Soul · 12-04-2010, 05:21 PM

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Through the thick mist of salt and moisture he smelled AniWayan, but recognized the scent no further. The tribal clan's smell lingered in the air; its owner, as he turned his single eye over his shoulder at her, must not have been there a long while. She looked as if she meant no harm, her fur as pure and white as the few flakes of snow that had started to drift from the overcast heavens. It was not often that he met another as old as he in these parts; 'Souls was a dangerous land, and only those who bore a fighter's spirit in their soul and flesh alike seemed to survive the length he had—Jefferson pictured the tattered skin of Laruku, the scars on Iskata and Kaena, the madness within Haku and Kesho. For a long while the cyclops simply stared his bold green color into her. She bore none of those marks.

He turned his head back to the sea. "Who are you?" the Patriarch barked, though it was hardly of a snappish nature. Here had been a place he sought peace and solidarity and once again had not attained it, though what had been the reason he sought it out in the first place? He was escaping time, escaping the observance of his son growing up, his daughter caring for another like a mother. His pack members coming and going, the future of Phoenix Valley dawdling before his very eyes. Why did he seek escape from it all, so suddenly?

Perhaps he was no more than a coward.

Jefferson dipped his head, the chill in the air freezing the bare, raw skin his scars provided. Moments later he raised it once more, gazing green eye into the heavens as sparse snowflakes descended about him. "AniWaya's even further away in the snow," he mumbled. "I wouldn't dawdle."

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