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Pripyat Soul · 03-18-2011, 01:41 PM

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Sorry for the wait! Set in the Dampwoods.

Pripyat felt that they were still falling apart. Piece by piece. Tiny parts of them had torn away and Pripyat Soul wasn't sure that they could fit those parts back in their original places. The longer the three of them walked around with parts missing, the harder it would be to ever put them back together. Although it was weeks after the snowstorm had ripped through their lands, the wounds, physical or otherwise, were still evident on all of them. Jefferson's body and Pripyat's guilt, and the stress that they both caused Geneva. Slowly Phoenix Valley was rebuilding. Slowly they were trying to rise back up. But Pripyat couldn't rise with them. Pripyat had not been able respond to the request that Jefferson had made for all the pack members to work together, to help each other, to heal each other. When he saw them he did not see rebirth, but only the aftermath of destruction. When he looked upon his father he did not see the same steady stable man who had always been there. He saw now only parts of him, and trying to assemble those parts and make Jefferson whole was impossible. That was his fault, he knew that.

He slunk through the pack lands with a heavy heart and avoided everyone he could. Although Jefferson had restricted anyone from border patrol on their own, Pripyat wandered solo. Up and down the borders until he grew weary and then he would slink out of Phoenix Valley. Only then did he find relief. Away from knowing eyes, sympathetic looks, or glares when he turned away from them and refused to speak. Away and far out of his mother's and father's sight, a gaze that stung whenever they set their eyes upon their son. The lanky silver youth didn't care where he went, he went wandering almost every day since the pack meeting. Where he wound up didn't matter, so long as it wasn’t home for a little while. It was deep into the Dampwoods he ended up then but he barely noticed. He did not notice much anymore. The time of day which was then midday or the weather which had steadily been improving. He simply moved along and when he got tired, sunk to the earth and laid there like a dead man, because Pripyat was sure he had been meant to be one anyway.

Mizu Kuin · 03-21-2011, 11:35 AM

Mizu was once again traveling through the DampWoods, looking for a horse chestnut tree. Why couldn't she find one? Where she was from they were so common... but here she hadn't spot one. She grew deeper and deeper within the woods. She noticed little about her souroundings, still on a slight buzz from the shots she had popped back earlier. Maybe that is why she couldn't find the tree. She shrugged, Oh well, a walk will do just fine.

She continued to move. Soon she caught on the air the sceant of another wolf, her buzz almost gone now she followed it. Her tail wagged back and forth happily and her head was held high in the air. She was in a happy mood and wanted to play with whoever it was she smelt. She used a skill that Sensei had taught her to sense the mood of the wolf that would soon come into her view. The mood she picked up was a depressed one.. it was sad and seemingly lonely to her. She cocked her head, maybe she could cheer up this wolf?

Soon a young male came into view. He was slumped down on the ground. She frowned, was he okay? "Hello... I am Mizu Kuin.. Who are you?" She spoke softly with a twinge of concern.. "Are you okay...?" She sat down beside him, nuzzling his side gently with her nose. Her mood hadn't dampened but she was concerned for this male. She let a smile overtake her face and let her outside spirit brighten... if this male did need cheering up she didn't want to look sad.

Pripyat Soul · 03-31-2011, 04:44 PM

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Blee! School has been eating! sorry again for the wait!!!! Pripyat is being difficult, he's gonna have to warm up to her! XD

Pripyat lay there, unknowing or perhaps simply uncaring of what went on in the world around him. Nothing could piece back together Jefferson and Geneva, and while his two pillars of strength deteriorated it seemed his whole world was falling to bits. It was easier to ignore it out here, alone, but the thoughts never totally left him. The only sign of life was the occasional deep sigh, his chest rising and falling every so often. Bright blues stared straight ahead, ears fallen back against his skull. And yet, even if he pretended he was dead he was not so. And could not continue to pretend when a friendly voice found him. "Hello… I'm Mizu Kuin.. Who are you?" One ear, the left, raised and flicked in slight irritation at the interruption of his solitude and he said nothing. Perhaps such an intrusion would go away.

And then the voice again and what was this? Pripyat felt the warmth of another's body upon his own as the girl lowered herself next to him and nuzzled into his fur. Such affection was common placed from his mother, and occasionally came from his father and less often from other pack members. Yet it had never been unwelcome or unnerving. And now it was both, and yet also it was familiar and friendly. Pulling away slightly without rising up, Pripyat turned his eyes upon the stranger who was both so bold and kind to try and comfort him rather than confront him. His voice was low and unsure, hesitant at this woman who seemed so concerned for a soul she did not even know. " I'm Pripyat… Pripyat Soul." Was he okay? Did it matter? He let the question pass unanswered and instead tossed one of his own out. "What are you doing here?" As if he had any more right than she. He knew he didn't, he knew she was only helping, but for some reason he didn't care. He wasn't his usual self and didn't think he would be again.

Mizu Kuin · 04-02-2011, 05:37 PM

Mizu cocked her head as he pulled away from her slightly. He seemed so fragile to her. Like he could break any second. "I am here looking for herbs. And what are you doing?" She tried her best not to sound rude with her twisting question, but if it came out that way then she was sorry. She looked around, trying to see if any one else was around. Not seeing any one she turned her attention back to 'Pripyat.' Noticing how rude she was probably being she spoke again, "It's nice to meet you Pripyat." She spoke softly, a little shyly now.

Mizu scooted a little closer, tyring to make it not very noticable. This male seemed to be having a hard time and she wanted to help, but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable. At this point Mizu was unsure of what to do. She wanted to comfort him but didn't want to seem pushy. She thought in her mind over and over what to do. She let out a small gurgle of frustruation then decided to just stay put. She put her head on her paws and looked at the male closely. Her blue eyes were bright and full of sadness for whatever had made this young man sad. She frowned, waiting to see what he would say next.

Pripyat Soul · 04-04-2011, 12:51 PM

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The woman was so soft spoken, so kind that Pripyat almost felt bad for pulling away from her. And yet, he needed his space, needed to stew in his misery. Needed to because he simply did not feel like doing anything else. As she answered his question the response barely registered in his mind. Collecting herbs and what was he doing? He knew she had asked a question and that it was his turn to respond, but it took him a long while to process what was being asked and form a response. "Nothing." His answer came out deflated and defeated, but it was honest. All he was doing was laying here, doing absolutely nothing.

Her voice came again, telling him it was nice to meet him. Was it? How could it possibly be? The large silver boy had not said a single kind word to her, merely accepting her intruding presence and responding when absolutely necessary. Suddenly another wave of guilt washed over him. His mother would be disappointed, even in her current state, at how rude he had been to this woman. Pripyat could not imagine his mother treating anyone the way he currently was treating Mizu. His father perhaps, but his father was a hardened, broken man and Pripyat was not this, not yet. Swallowing hard and forcing a bit of emotion and interest into his voice, he locked eyes with her, trying to spark life into his own. “What kind of herbs are you looking for? What do you need ‘em for?” And then the life left him again, the small spark of interest, but it had been there temporarily, in the very least.

Mizu Kuin · 04-05-2011, 12:30 PM

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Mizu nodded her head slightly at his dull answer. Now she was sure of it. Something was definately wrong with the young man who was called Pripyat. His voice held no intrest, no happienes, and no want to it. Her ears dropped to the side. What could she do to make him feel better!? The wanting to help him was eating at her. And now she felt bad for getting drunk earlier. She had commited so many crimes and sins that she was wallowing now in self-pity. She had never been this way! What was wrong with her?

She pushed her feelings aside. Instead she concentrated on Pripyat. Her spirit dampened by the way he was acting. Something was seriously wrong with him. She was a stranger to him though, she couldn't just come and flat out ask what happened. He already seemed to be uninterested in talking with her. Would he completley ignore her should she ask that question that was wanting to jump out of her mouth? Pripyat didn't seem like talking, but then he surprised her. His eyes seemed to light up for a moment, her ears perked and she stared back into his eyes. She bored into them, knowing it could be taken as a sign of agression. But she didn't care, she wanted to dig the feelings out of him.

What herbs were she looking for? "At the moment I am searching for Horse Chestnuts. Lots of wolves develop colds and such and the Horse Chestunt helps to releive that cough." She kept her answer quick and short, wanting to try to turn the conversation to something that would help to raise the spirits of this boy. "What are you looking for out here? Peace? Time to think?" She spoke a little timidly, her voice drenched with concern. She would pull the problem out of Pripyat, no matter the cost.

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Pripyat Soul · 04-07-2011, 06:50 PM

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The young boy nodded absently at her answer. He had expected some sort of medical reasoning. What else were herbs good for? Surely there were other uses but most of those he knew who knew anything about plants were healers or hoped to be some day. He never heard anything more interesting than medicical properties of plants and that didn’t hold too much interest for him. Travel seemed to be his only true passion, but with such turmoil at home he did not feel free to wander here and there as he might have once. And yet neither did he feel comfortable returning home. Merely he existed, lingering close to Phoenix Valley so that if need be he could easily return, but without traveling too far away from home.

Her question caused his ears to perk and he exhaled lightly. It was almost true, he was looking for peace. Not out here though, he knew that peace wasn’t any more likely to be found here than it was inside of Phoenix Valley. The slate boy with the ivory underbelly was hoping to find peace within himself, but as always it eluded him. Eluded him and left him frustrated. “I just don’t much feel like being around my family. Around my pack.” He shrugged. Pripyat contemplated telling her that his father had sawed off his arm and his mother seemed to be falling apart and fading away daily, and that he was too sullen and sorry for himself to help rebuild his own home. That he merely watched them with gloomy eyes and a heavy heart and wasn’t sure how to fix any of it. Didn’t even want to try. Instead he turned the attention back on her, because asking her questions was easier than answering them himself. ”Where do you come from?”

Mizu Kuin · 04-08-2011, 03:15 AM

Mizu cocked her head. She didn't understand why someone would not want to spend every single possible moment with their family. She certinly wished that she had, her dad died when she was young, following that was her sister. After those two deaths her mom seemed to start to fade, but Mizu spent as much time with her as she could and eventually her and her brothers pulled her out of her depression and things went back to almost normal. He said he didn't want to be around his pack. "Are they mean?"

When Pripyat turned the conversation back on her it was clear that he didn't want to talk about himself. She ducked her head slightly, "I don't know the name.. But its seven or eight months travel from here." She blushed slighlty, not knowing the name of the place she was from embarresed her. "I am guessing you are from here?" The boy was young and unless he had left some place when he was only a couple months old it wasn't very plausable to her that he was from somewhere else. Plus, she loved these lands and she would definatley take pride in saying she was from the 'Souls land. She smiled, trying to get him to talk about himself hadn't worked out so well... "If you want to talk about anything... I am here." Her voice was kind and sort of pulling, trying to get him to talk. Talking about her problems had always seemed to help her.

Pripyat Soul · 04-22-2011, 03:51 PM

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Pripyat almost laughed out loud at her question. Are they mean? And yet he held down the snicker, because it was sardonic and scornful. Instead he answered in his mournful way, wishing she would ask of the very people he was constantly hiding himself from. “No, they aren’t mean.” His mother was perhaps the kindest woman that graced these lands and Jefferson wasn’t mean, despite his more thorny approach to life at times. “They are just sad.” Or rather they made him sad in their decay and as their body parts fell to pieces. Whether either of them mourned their losses as deeply as he did Pripyat had no idea, he hadn’t even tried to talk to them about it.

The pure woman, so white that Pripyat couldn’t think of another who had such a clean, bright coat, spoke of herself, but only for a moment or two before turning the questions back to him. Dully he nodded. Yes, he had been born here. Born and raised and perhaps he would never leave. Trying to force some excitement into his voice, his words came out more pathetically than he had intended. “Tell me about where you came from. Why did you leave?” Why did anyone leave their home? Often he thought of leaving his own, but part of him knew it would never come down to that. So long as his mother and father persisted in Phoenix Valley, so would he.

Mizu Kuin · 05-05-2011, 01:21 PM

Mizu nodded her head, "Well its good that they are not mean..." She thought for a moment and when he spoke again she cocked her head, "Why are they sad?" It was quite clear that the boy didn't want to talk but Mizu kept pushing. She wanted to find out what was wrong with him. It saddened her to see a wolf that was down. She rolled over onto her back and stared up. She let out a big long sigh. The wolf was sad and frankly it was killing her joy that she had collected once she saw another wolf. She pushed away the selfish thought though. It was rude of her to think that!

She should be helping the wolf instead of thinking selfish thoughts about her own feelings. She turned back over so that she could see the male. She just barely caught the nod he gave to her question and then he asked about her again. "I don't know what the name of the place is like I said before but.. It was always hot in the summer and freezing cold in the winter. The grass was always green and there were always flowers that bloomed. Even in the snow, there were bright red flowers that would peak up through little holes in the snow." She smiled thinking about it, "Well, I didn't purposly leave.. although I had planned on it a couple times. I was on a pack hunt when I got lost. There was a forest fire and I fled. My brother Shurui found me and I thought he was going to lead me back home but he chased me away. I just kept moving after that. I found another pack and stayed for a while where I learned everything I know about medicine now.. then I left again and found this place."

Pripyat Soul · 05-09-2011, 10:44 AM

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The girl kept pushing. More and more questions about his home life spilled forth from her mouth and flooded his ears, which fell flat against his skull each time he interrogated him. The smoke colored boy was growing weary of this, but really she was doing no wrong and he couldn’t lash out. The only option he had was to keep skirting around the answers, keep holding back. As he always did, it was all he did anymore. "I don't know…" Of course he knew why they were sad. Why they made him sad. It was all his fault though and how was he suppose to say that out loud? Pripyat Soul did not want to tell anyone about the snowstorm, the rescue, the blood and then later how he couldn't meet his father's eyes and his mother seemed to be slowly slipping away from them. No one needed to know these things.

As before, when she spoke of herself relief washed over him. Mizu spoke at length and Pripyat eased his eyes shut as she spoke. Whenever she spoke of herself he felt calm, almost at peace, able to focus on anything but himself. Hot in the summer and freezing cold in the winter. Was that how it worked everywhere? The boy had no idea that climate would change from location to location and the idea was novel to him, but he quickly moved past it when she spoke of her siblings. Her own brother had chased her away. The blue eyes boy remembered his half sister's brief visit and his father's alarm at learning this. Were all siblings evil in one way or another? Maybe constantly fighting over their parent's love? Selfishly Pripyat was glad that all his littermates had been lost… Finally she stopped speaking and hurriedly, so that she would have not even a single moment to turn the focus back on him he blurted out questions. "Don't you miss your parents? Why did you stay with your last pack?"

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