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funny how these things come about
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Bane loved the sea, and he loved the winter. The shoreline was a paradise of sorts, and so every morning when he woke to rise with the sun he would make it his destination. That morning, he had woken up before the sun had come up, but had felt too restless from the nightmares to wait. It was dark when he stood outside his temporary quarters in Halifax, shifting from two to four legs as the snow coated his fur, turning it white. Bane preferred to run on four legs. As per the usual morning routine, he would only half-shift; his Lupus form made him feel vulnerable, and it had been many, many months since he remembered using it.
The morning jog woke him up with the efficiency of a five am drill. It was these mornings when he felt most alive, most alert. Later in the day, this would end. For now, as he jogged along the borders of Phoenix Valley, he kept his mind on his goal, and remembered his prize. It was invigorating.
The coast reminded him of home, though a figure in the distance marred the horizon. Through blurred vision he could see a wolf, and she neared steadily as he slowed to end his morning workout. Generally he avoided strangers this time of day, when he was least desensitized by his pills. Today, with much on his mind, this mattered less. "Good morning," he spoke, a little breathless.
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