dirty sand

[Anselm de le Poer]

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-- Things were finally returning to how they ought to be--Talitha was back home, he had no silly prisoners to guard, and he suddenly had a lot of time again to focus on himself. Although this mostly affected him mentally, it was also true that he had more time to exercise in the ways that he enjoyed. Already some of the leaves were beginning to yellow in colour and he felt the change in seasons creeping in on them... and unfortunately winter meant he couldn't enjoy one of his favourite forms of exercise. During the war, he'd done a lot more running around the borders and he hadn't had much time to take a dip. While he'd still patrol the borders regularly, he'd found himself delighted by the prospect of swimming, and so he'd shifted into his werewolf form (it was most fun this way) and plunged into the seas nearest Inferni. He did powerful breast strokes, occasionally rolled over to perform impressive backstrokes, and he'd duck under the occasional large wave and swim along under water. As time went on, he found himself drifting further and further to the north--but it was no matter. His shenanigans came grounding to a halt when he realised that he was not alone. In the distance, he could see somebody else enjoying the water. As they were still relatively near Inferni, his curiosity naturally piqued and he swum over quickly to investigate. As he neared, he managed to make out certain details--female, hybrid... somehow familiar, although not anybody he knew. Puzzled, he paused in his advance and waited for something to happen.

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