Put Your Whole Heart In

Put Your Whole Heart In

Pripyat Soul

01-03-2012, 02:56 PM

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No speck of dust had been left in Gampo Abbey. The only rooms Pripyat had not entered were the small lodging rooms occupied by others, of which there were few as only the Herald members were permitted to live full time at the Abbey. The spiritual center and temple had been given the most care, the man going slowly over each statue in the temple with careful detail. Some of the faces he did not recognize, though the statues of the Buddha were most prevalent. And though the man was careful not to act disrespectful in front of the golden eyes of any of the gods, deities or idols he did not subscribe to any of them either. Pripyat knew that there was something that directed the forces of life and death, but he doubted that any of these golden faces were the mastermind behind the universe.

One finished in the temple he moved onto the spiritual center, sweeping the floors, rearranging the store of books they kept, fluffing the cushions piled in the corner awaiting kneeling knees that rarely came. Like most days the halls of the Abbey were silent, though they should have been even if many feet found their way inside. Loud noises were frowned upon, but it was easy to keep to such standards when few came to meditate or pray. Pripyat did not mind though, whether they came or not those in the Herald class kept on, welcoming the face that did make an occasional appearance.

As Eika he did not need to assign himself to such tasks, but with so many empty ranks in the Herald class he couldn't help himself. The other classes were important. Envoy to protect them, Element to give them growth and Creationist to maintain them. What all did that matter if there was no meaning behind it? Pripyat Soul knew there was meaning in all this, in being born and living and eventually in dying also, though he was not quite sure what that meaning was. Yet it was he and the others who would find it, for themselves and for the others. If only they came looking.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii

01-03-2012, 03:21 PM

I said he was strange XD He's having a mental epiphany inside his own brain XD
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Emotionless amber eyes stared from the ivory face of Jace and Temo's eldest. Lights flashed and winked before his eyes, there were more of the bright lights here than the dark ones. The dark ones were evil and to be ignored although they did present some interesting ideas to the young male. For once so little in age to have such thought processes was a strange and unusual thing but the Wolfe-Denahlii male had them all the same. He was more advanced than his sisters were although he loved them dearly they did not yet understand such intricacies as the things he saw and the voices he heard beside his own mental sound.

The abbey rose before him, impressive and brilliant in its splendor. Like his mother before him he was enthralled with the place the moment he laid his eyes upon it, unlike her however he would be drawl to stay within the echoey halls for many many hours as he grew from pup to child, from child to boy and from boy to man. In his adulthood he would serve the people of Ichika from here and serve them well, but that was many months into the future, the boy did not have time to fantasize on something so far away at the current moment. He squeezed himself into the temple after making the hazardous journey up alone, it had been a thrilling journey and one he looked forwards to repeating. Being so close to the ground he could easily pick up the fresh scent of another that was here, well maybe they had left but their smell was recent enough that whoever it was might still be around.

The mother's boy was not concerned however, if this person wanted to seek company from him then they would have to find him, he was busy exploring. Glittering objects that he had never seen before and didn't understand the reasoning behind were only just visible out of reach of his small height. Had the child more confidence in his abilities to balance he may have attempted to stand on hind paws to get a better look but as it was he did not trust his wobbly legs to hold him up and did not relish the idea of toppling to the floor. Whispers sounded in his ears and the floppy audits twisted trying to catch a better reception of them. These voices unlike the black and the lights were neither of the two. They were in between and yet outside at the same time, it drew him in close with its wonder and cradled his child's brain.

Then like a breath of fresh air he was released and could feel the outside world again, amber orbs gifted from a grandmother he would never see peered around with faint traced of curiosity lingering within them. The boy could hardly ever show his emotions when not in the presence of his family, or more specifically his sister Pandora, the two of them had a special connection of that he was sure.

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Pripyat Soul

01-03-2012, 04:25 PM

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The sounds of the footfalls were unfamiliar in their lightness. They were not the soft pattering of the old crone Nehalennia, nor the heavier steps of the great mountain dog Ansui. They did not even sound much like the ghostly steps of the strange canine he sometimes hear and smelt but never saw. For a long while Pripyat hung back in the hall, up against the wall and merely listened to the pattern the feet made on the floor. Four feet, so the creature was unshifted, and curious. The being went from one space to another, pausing now and then, as if to investigating everything he came across. Pripyat barely had to guess to what kind of creature such footfalls belonged to, and when the smoky man finally stopped listening and started looking, what he found only confirmed his guess.

Pripyat knew who the child belonged to, though he spoke less and less often to Jace and Temo. The son of Jefferson was sure to know all that went on in Ichika, although he withdrew more and more into himself and into the Abbey. Pripyat knew that Noah had left, and with him some of the last lingering Phoenix Valley members, but Pripyat found it did not bother him as much as it might have. They were Ichikans now, and perhaps such a title did not suit Noah as the tattered man had hoped it would. Not all were meant for such a life, so secure and safe and sagely. Some would leave, but others would come, and still others would be born and it were these who would be the true Ichikans. Pripyat had no doubt of this as he approached the young boy.

"Namaste." Though the voice was quiet on such holy grounds, it was firm and sincere, holding more meaning in that single greeting than in most monologues he heard from the others. If the others knew what they meant when they said the greeting, Pripyat did not, but he hopes that the boy could sense the meaning behind the message. The man did not question why the boy was there, or where else he should be, because Pripyat was sure that there was no place better for the boy. Instead he only noted how the boy's head was turned and his ears alert as if listening for some words spoken by another being. "Did you hear something?"

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii

01-03-2012, 05:37 PM

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There was no shock of surprise as a voice called from behind him. Honrin turned slowly to face the owner of the scent he had smelled, the male was quiet in his speech and the mother's boy eyed him critically with a gaze that was far older than his small body. For several seconds silence reigned as he neither spoke nor made any indication that he would speak to the older man. Then the child sat down with deliberate slowness and tilted his head to the side. During this entire time he had not taken his eyes from the barely known colored male,

"Namaste, Kanyana." His voice too was quiet, respectful of the dead that dwelled within the hallowed halls that they stood in. A second break of the silence, a question asked of him. The child did not know how to explain it to the other, how to tell him that he heard voices no one else could and saw things ever body else was blind to, even his lovely spiritual mother. He wished he were bigger, then he wouldn't have to look up at this giant that towered over him, already Honrin was developing a quiet hatred of being below other people, he disliked the small feeling it gave him. Still none of this showed in his almost dead eyes. This boy, did he live here? Was he one of the Herald ranks? Maybe he could show Honrin how to deal with them even as the shadows hissed in irritation, they didn't want anyone else interfering with their attempted corruption of the child. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly,

"I hear things, whispers." His voice was that of an adult, coming from a child's body and coupled with his intense yet strangely empty eyes, people would not be begrudged for being scared or concerned.

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Pripyat Soul

01-04-2012, 07:26 PM

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The little thing was solemn, too solemn for a child really. Pripyat's bright blue eyes locked with those of the boy. Although the whelp seemed to have some inherent reverence for the Abbey he showed no outward respect for Eika, though the man was both his elder and blessed by being a member of the spiritual class. This did not bother the man, though had the boy shown any blatant disrespect Pripyat Soul might have shown him the door. Instead he only regarded the child with curiosity, especially at the word added to the end of the Namaste greeting. It was a strange variation of the customary Ichikan greeting, but he was glad that Temo and Jace had taught the children how to properly address a fellow being.

The next words from the boy did not elicit any shock or surprise from the man. Only he nodded, as if hearing whispers were normal, and perhaps it was. Whether they came from the boy's imagination or from some greater force, Pripyat couldn't determine yet. Those who ended up in Ichika no Ho-en often did because spirits guided them there, the pack itself might not had been in existent if not for the strange visions that overcame Nayru from time to time and the earth energy that possessed Razekiel. That this boy had been born into the pack, perhaps already with specters surrounding him did not jar the man. Rather he only swiveled his own ears, as if to catch the whispers, and then asked the most logical of questions. "What do the whispers say?"

Whether the boy would share such secrets, Pripyat did not know. They had not even exchanged names, but it seemed a natural enough topic to discuss within the hallowed halls of the Abbey. The two toned man, who smelled perpetually of smoke and ash, had only experienced visions and voices when he forced them with sacred fire, and even then it was not always a sure thing. Pripyat had only gotten garbled words, nonsensical things that might not have been other worldly at all. Spirits were not drawn to him, but to this boy perhaps? Narrowing his eyes slightly at the thought as he still stared at the lad, he wondered if he could induce such effects upon another, or if only he could make use of such tactics.

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Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii

01-08-2012, 03:36 PM

The two males had yet to show any changing of expression to each other, Honrin because he was unable to really, Pripyat's reason? Was his own. His ever wandering eyes soon left the Eika's smokey form to jump from glittering idols and statues that were within his range of sight before returning quickly and sharply to the Eika. But even as he focused again upon Pripyat his amber orbs were constantly dashing away chasing a shadow or a light that moved too quickly and called for his attention. There was a hissing inside of his ears that made them fold backwards against his head, they were too quiet to hear but he could sense the malevolence within then,

"There are two different ones." There was a noise behind him, this time he thought it was out loud but it was within his head, the boy's head whipped around and eyes searched trying to find. It seemed the voices and visions were much more alive here, in the place of spirits and prayer. Something about it made them much for distracting. For the second time in so many minutes his attention came back to the older male,

"The lights are good. The shadows are evil, they try to make me hurt people." He shook his head slowly, his voice almost a monotone if not for the slight hint of pride within his tones, "I tell them no, only listen to the lights." The boy with the mind of an adult twitched and sighed. He tilted his ivory head to the side,

"You're fire rank? Eika?" It was an itch, a hint, he didn't exactly know if it was true or not, which was why he asked. Sometimes he got things wrong although it was rare, but when he did it reminded him that even the voices could be wrong. "I'm Honrin."

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Pripyat Soul

01-08-2012, 09:04 PM

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The boy did not hold back from the Eika, and Pripyat nodded approvingly. It was his right to know, as much as anyone in the Herald class. If the boy was truly experiencing influences from the other side, they had to guide him properly. Treat him as the precious thing he might be. And yet the confession of the boy startled Pripyat just a bit. Dark and light ones? Often it was only one or the other that reached out to the living, and the poor lad must be horribly confused if forces of good and evil were fighting over his tiny form.

Azure eyes watched as the boy listened for whisper words that were beyond Pripyat. For a long moment the Soul man stared hard, trying to determine if Jace and Temo's child was playing at something, but with an instinct that he couldn't deny something told him that the strange boy was genuine. And then Pripyat couldn't help ask the next question, although he almost didn't wish to know the answer. "Are there many shadows inside of Ichika?"

Honrin. Finally a name, and Pripyat was pleased at how perceptive the boy was. Already he could guess at the rank Pripyat held, unless Jace or Temo had told him of the scarred eyed man that lurked in the Abbey. They were, Pripyat reminded himself, friend from a long time ago. He nodded. "Yes. I am the Eika. Pripyat Soul. Your mother and father are good friends of mine." Anyone from the Valley was, though their numbers grew less and less as Ichika took them in, swallowed them up and spat back only a select few. Only the ones who truly were meant to be Ichikans. Such as Honrin, Pripyat supposed.

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