If I had words to make a day for you,
I'd give you a morning, golden and true.
I would make this day last for all time,
Give you a night deep in moonshine.
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26.04.2012 . 12pm . halifax . lupus form
Dark paws were intense on the ground, devouring the miles as he ran. His own personal demon was haunting him from the camp that he'd just left, but something had changed. While she had been completely avoiding him, he could still sense that she was there in the camp. But when he'd woken this morning, he couldn't figure out where she was, because she certainly wasn't in the camp. He'd forced himself to relax- she probably just went out to hunt or something. Still, pacing around the camp wasn't doing any of them any good and Saul had told his son and his cousins that he would be back in a while, he was going to Halifax to see if he could find anything useful for them. It was a lame excuse, especially since Saul already had everything he needed and more, but he needed to get out of camp for a good while before he returned. It was wearing them all down, the weight of what was happening was pressing down on the camp because Saul and Lilin weren't speaking. It was a bad situation.
A rough pant dictated his running, the intake and exhale of his breath overlapping each other until it was hard to discern. It didn't matter to him, all he needed was to run. Abruptly, he remembered his flight from Dahlia so long ago when the changes had washed over his head like a tidal wave. He'd run so hard that he'd split his paw and he'd had to stop. He wondered if he would get that far today, whether he would run so hard that the ground bit him in return and he would bleed. The only difference between then and now would be his ability to treat himself, instead of having to call for help at someone else's borders. He must have been a pitiful sight, gasping for breath and bleeding on the borders.
A soft snort escaped him as he paws hit the cracked and broken roads that made up Halifax. He slowed automatically, instinctively easing up on the intensity of his run so that he didn't split his paws. He allowed his senses to guide him through the streets, spotting the university and continuing on until he stood outside the ruins of the hospital, wondering if there was anything in there worth looking for.
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