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[html]  cakeSet on the 17th plz?
i'm just a boat on the ocean
cakeBane's birthday had passed without incident, and he barely gave it any thought. Such things were petty and inconsequential, most particularily when there were bigger things to focus on. The dark wolf knew barely anyone here anyhow, and yet he didn't feel alone. He felt calm, he felt awake. It was early evening and the trees loomed like skeletons over him, the sun setting in the distance. Bane loved winter: it was nostalgia to him, and that was something he rarely felt. His addiction kept these emotions chained and hidden away.
cakeEarlier in the day he had gathered the medical supplies he thought he might need from the city. He had also temporarily moved into a home in Halifax, one in the heart of the concrete mess where he could find whatever he wanted. In the spring he would build a home for himself somewhere, a place his eight-foot-tall frame would easily fit. In the meantime the human house would do. Bane's current wanderings were for nothing but curiosity, and thought his mind was on Inferni and his last days as the Court's doctor, he kept to his current path along the northeastern edge of Halifax. Nature was tearing the place apart. Revenge for years of abuse.
cakeThe old wolf senses captured the borders of the pack as he neared it. It smelled of DaVinci and he eyed the territory to the north as he walked parallel to the scent markings, lost somewhere in his head.
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