Ocean of Thought
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He should not be so ungrateful for the fact that he had escaped with his life from that chance fight. The poison that had almost killed him. He got a cold shiver whenever he thought of it. The rest of him was beaten up as well, he was limping noticeably and the scent of blood followed him wherever he went, adding to his irritation, to say nothing of the pain he was experiencing. But he had wanted to escape and now he had to pay the price of going for a walk. His teeth grit in a solemn grimace, the perfect picture of uncomfortable agony. It served him right at least.

The coast was also a stupid choice to make kind of, the spray from the ocean landed on him and the salt burned into his wounds increasing and prolonging his discomfort. He drew in a hissed breath and shifted his position so he was further away from the water. He eyed it warily just daring it to come any further up the beach. Still, he looked over the water fondly, a longing welling up in his chest again as his wish to explore its vastness made itself known again.

The sand cushioned his heavy footballs until he was almost silent without even having to try. Tiring of the weight pressing down onto his injured leg the man stopped and shifted into his monstrous secui form. The beast moved forwards with a steady lope, the limp now less obvious that his weight was distributed. Though the aroma of blood still swirled around him.


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