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The Marino enjoyed the soothing song of the ocean as he sat upon the glimmering shore, content to simply be away from everything for once. Absent-mindedly he played with the artificial sands in front of him, drawing circles in the sand and spreading handfuls of it around like a child would. The sound of approaching footsteps crunching along the dark sands broke him from his quiet trance, ears perking and head snapping up toward the sound. A figure was entering the cove from the opposite end of the beach, looking around in wonder. He stared at the Luperci in quiet curiosity for a moment before recognition dawned on him. It was Naniko. The Chief Sergeant let the darkly shimmering sands slip from his hand as he quickly stood and took a single step in her direction. “Naniko,” he called after a pause, wanting to catch her attention. He remained silent after that, unsure of what to say. There were so many things he wanted to ask, but he couldn’t manage to turn the thoughts into words.
Ehno claimed that he wandered toward the city for a calming change in scenery, but he would have been lying if he said that going to see Naniko wasn’t one of the reasons he decided to venture to Halifax that day. His thoughts would often wander to the D’Angelo lady over the last couple weeks, wondering if she was doing okay in the city on her own. More often than not, those thoughts centered on whether she had chosen to give up those damned drugs. He didn’t realize it, but he now blamed that man-made substance more than he did Naniko for all that had happened. The Nani he knew and loved wouldn’t behave like that. It was all because of the drugs. It had to be.
His amber gaze shifted to the object she cradled to her chest. He could only catch a glimpse of it past the protective barrier her arms formed around it and at this distance he was unable to determine what it was. Whatever it was, it was a deep black that contrasted strongly against her fur and it rested unmoving in her arms. “What do you have there?” he finally asked after a moment. It felt like a safer subject to start with than the imposing questions of her solitude and drug use.
The Marino enjoyed the soothing song of the ocean as he sat upon the glimmering shore, content to simply be away from everything for once. Absent-mindedly he played with the artificial sands in front of him, drawing circles in the sand and spreading handfuls of it around like a child would. The sound of approaching footsteps crunching along the dark sands broke him from his quiet trance, ears perking and head snapping up toward the sound. A figure was entering the cove from the opposite end of the beach, looking around in wonder. He stared at the Luperci in quiet curiosity for a moment before recognition dawned on him. It was Naniko. The Chief Sergeant let the darkly shimmering sands slip from his hand as he quickly stood and took a single step in her direction. “Naniko,” he called after a pause, wanting to catch her attention. He remained silent after that, unsure of what to say. There were so many things he wanted to ask, but he couldn’t manage to turn the thoughts into words.
Ehno claimed that he wandered toward the city for a calming change in scenery, but he would have been lying if he said that going to see Naniko wasn’t one of the reasons he decided to venture to Halifax that day. His thoughts would often wander to the D’Angelo lady over the last couple weeks, wondering if she was doing okay in the city on her own. More often than not, those thoughts centered on whether she had chosen to give up those damned drugs. He didn’t realize it, but he now blamed that man-made substance more than he did Naniko for all that had happened. The Nani he knew and loved wouldn’t behave like that. It was all because of the drugs. It had to be.
His amber gaze shifted to the object she cradled to her chest. He could only catch a glimpse of it past the protective barrier her arms formed around it and at this distance he was unable to determine what it was. Whatever it was, it was a deep black that contrasted strongly against her fur and it rested unmoving in her arms. “What do you have there?” he finally asked after a moment. It felt like a safer subject to start with than the imposing questions of her solitude and drug use.