07-07-2009, 09:11 PM
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 Set @ the coast.
  After his midnight rendezvous with the Aquila, Anselm had retreated promptly back to bed. The exhaustion of the previous week and the excitement of the night had caught up with him and hit hard. He slept uninterrupted for hours, paying little heed to the rise of the sun, the chatter of songbirds, and the world outside in general. By the time his twin red eyes blinked open in response to a strange dream, the sun had already reached its peak in the sky. With a half-groan, half-grunt, he rolled back over and slept some more.When he woke again in the early afternoon, he rose stiffly and stretched out his cramped muscles. It was time to do... something. Rolling grey clouds greeted him as he emerged from his cave. A couple of quick sideways glances ascertained nobody was in the immediate area, and he set off in no direction in particular. Eventually he found he could go no further--the waves rose up and roared at him, daring him to come and play. Taking this as a taunt, he obliged, but just barely. He laid down alongside the shore as the waves rolled in and lapped roughly at his body--it wasn't that hot out, but he felt overheated anyway.At any rate, this was the safest place in the territory for him to be. Flanked by the ocean, scent markings weren't necessary. It didn't seem like this particular stretch of beach was frequented much in general. This was fine. This just meant he'd absorb the salty sea smell over Inferni's--which was ideal if he intended to go snooping around the other packs soon... and that he very well did. |