i took a bullet and i looked inside

[Anselm de le Poer]

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Hoping for an at least somewhat laid back thread. :] !@#$%Optime. In some ways, a gift generously bestowed upon them all by chance alone... in others, a nuisance more than anything. Born with the werewolf's tainted blood running through his veins, Anselm learned to transform and manipulate his bipedal form early on in life. Regularly he practised the metamorphosis he could not comprehend, seeking to make it as effortless and second-nature as possible. With this practise came speed and endurance--with experience, he had discovered it was most convenient to remain half-way shifted. Regardless of what situation arose, he would be in the best form suited to deal with it in moments. !@#$%Having a variety of forms at his disposal meant he had to train in all of them. He had quickly noticed that his bipedal form used muscles differently than his more natural quadruped state. He could not afford to be weak in any areas. Presently, he was engaged in just one part of his daily regimen specifically designed for fine-tuning his shifted body: swimming. Doggy paddling had nothing on the strokes and dives he could perform whilst shifted. From atop the cliffs of drifter bay, he would leap over the edge and plummet into the dark, deep waters waiting below. He practised moving underwater and holding his breath. He would surface and do breast strokes across the choppy waters. Occasionally, when he was certain nobody was looking, he would float along on his back to temporarily replenish some of his lost energy. As he did so, he gazed upon the stars and full moon above. Things were relatively calm. This training was generally reserved for the cover of night alone. !@#$%The hybrid's training for the night was complete, and he made his way directly to the shore. Once he reached the shallows, he stood. The water rolled off his golden coat back into the sea, and he shook his head slightly to dislodge the droplets that were on his face. The sand was uncomfortable for him, so he kept walking. Before long, sleepy wild flowers were peering at him curiously as he took a seat in their midst, then fell back to the earth and rested his head on his arms. Again, his gaze was turned towards the sky.

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