it wasn’t taking the boy long to acclimate to his new 127.0.0.1. it had been a day, but that hadn’t stopped him from staying up all night and creeping around. thirst had driven him to find the river that streamed throughout the lands. curiosity had then driven him to the larger lake portion off-center of clouded tear’s territory. squinting, he could see an island vaguely outlined in the distance. samson glanced around him, and took a few steps into the chilled water. it was refreshing, to him—he loved to swim.
the werebrid paddled out, realizing he had misjudged the distance. it was much farther away than he thought. but, he couldn’t stop now, so he pursued forward, grateful the wind wasn’t pushing him. after an extended amount of time he finally crawled onto the island shores, sprawling out across it and breathing hard. his limbs ached—but worse, he had agitated his injured leg. and to top it off, he was chilled. panting he rose to his feet and shook himself off. the island was small, but comforting in some small way.
even though he couldn’t hear anything, he could see the smooth ripples of the water. he wasn’t transformed, which was what probably had made the swim so strenuous. but then again, it was nice to get some excersize every once an a while. he limped around, pausing to pick up a long, sweet smelling type of grass and gnaw on it absently while he explored the tiny island.
when he came to the center he stopped and sat. there was nothing to this picture, just trees and water and sky.
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