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Set at night at about 11pm at Devil's Demesne. (322)
He moved through the clanlands with a false sense of purpose and faked enthusiasm. Again, he made his nightly patrols of Inferni and as always, in his Secui form. He used it for the same reason he always had: it afforded him the strength and height he needed if he were to encounter a wolf. He had no reason to be ashamed of his small stature, for he certainly made up for it in many different ways. As a result, he was so accustomed to his halfling form that he felt awkward and out of place when he assumed his feral Lupus or humanized Optime forms. Like many luperci here, Hybrid was a habitual creature. However, unlike them, he was neither social nor did he possess the abilities to be social. As a result, he took his role as the night watchman with a misplaced sense of pride. True, he was no longer a warrior: but this meant he could focus his attention on fighting real enemies, not just fighting with annoying pests. His meeting with Sepirah still left him with a sour taste in his mouth. That little bitch had the nerve to voice her visions of grandeur to him. He still felt like it was treason to even suggest ascending to a position of power alongside Gabriel and Kaena.
He shook his head and continued his rounds along the borders. He wished he had Kaena to accompany him like he had months ago. They had made quite a little fun game with the wolf, who had eventually ceded to their claws and teeth. They could be quite persuasive when they wanted. Hybrid chuckled at this thought and then began to cough. He stopped his trot to stand still and let out the loud whoops as he tried to clear his lungs. He let out another feeble cough before he decided to continue on: as always, the loyal soldier of Inferni.