in love with the ordinary

[Bane Kiles]

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cake i'm just a boat on the ocean cakeWith the recovery of his supplies, the black wolf found a new reason to praise the skies. The leg was healing, the wounds were scabbed over. When he was completely mobile, he would take his things away from this dreary wood and find his way again. He would visit Halifax and find a hospital, he would find shelter from the cold winter that awaited around the corner. He would visit Inferni and ponder the funny way the halflings there made him feel. His relief wasn't happiness and he didn't mistake it for such. It was simply that: relief. cakeCane in hand, the wolf walked. He walked simply because he could. His arctic fur was thick and it warmed him in the cold. Bane had always enjoyed snow. It reminded him of the north, of the vast tundra and the fjords that eventually stretched into the vast expanse of the ocean. It reminded him of the halflings who had prayed for the All-Knowing to return them to the Land of the Sun. On the wind, he caught the scent of a stranger in his path. Indifference kept him from straying. Indifference and trust in the instinct, which led him always; perhaps in some way, he was meant to meet this one the wind spoke of. cakeThe cabin appeared in the blowing snow before the wolf did. It was blurry, but because of the weather, not the coal-coloured wolf's eyesight. Something stirred in the back of Bane's mind as he saw the stranger, and he slowed his walk to a stop, careful of the leg, still in its splint. Another halfling. He had found a colony of them here. He should call the General -- they were well-fed and would make good workers. His smile didn't stray from his face as he saw Laruku's eyes. Blind. cakeLogic told him he should leave. The instinct told him stay, stay. cake"You look like you're waiting for someone." cakeAnother step and the halfling's face blurred into a mass of cinnamon and snow.

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