Silver had been wandering the streets of New Orleans for what had felt like a week, but had only been a few days, in search for the man she called her own - Wyatt Dixon. Upon finding out not only her house, but his has been destroyed because of the freak storm, Silver then returned to the city centre, losing all hope that the love of her life was still alive, that was until she heard a familiar voice, a familiar yell. Dixon? She thought, as she turned in the direction of the yelling, only to spot him across the street, looking as tired and beaten and worried as she looked and felt. Without any hesitation, she darted toward him, stumbling over rocks and half of New Orleans that now lay on the ground as she made her way across the street, now standing only a few inches away from him. “…. You’re.. alive”
Wyatt Dixon had been stuck in one spot going on five days now. There was no desire to move, to get up and continue wandering the street's bumping into other people as he went along, other people who were looking for their loved one's as well. He had been there and done that and none of it had made a damn difference. For all his abilities, for everything that he could do, he couldn't do the one thing that made his poor excuse of a life worth living -- he couldn't find her. So he sat and he waited as people brought him food thinking he was homeless and the funny part? He was. Nothing had turned out the way he thought it would and the last month had literally been hell on earth -- he had the scars to prove it. The shifter was so far in his daze of nothingness that he barely heard his name been spoken by the one he was waiting for, but his nose seemed to pick up her scent as though it too were some sort of siren's call. Quickly he turned his head round to see if what he had smelled was real and there she was, standing amongst rubble and chaos, standing there like she had been there the entire time. Wyatt stumbled to get to his feet, not processing that he hadn't really moved in a while and he wanted to run to her, to scream at her and hug her and not let her go, but he was afraid that they would be ripped from one another as they always seemed to be -- for all his abilities, he just couldn't hold onto her "Yeah...so are you" he said, his voice sounding weak and rough as his throat tried to get used to speaking again "Are you -- Silver...are you okay?"
