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private for Tokyo, set in the Pirata Grotto of the Shattered Coast, if that's okay? :3 He's shifted, if that's okay. 304 words.
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He had ventured into the cave and, judging from the beautiful water he now was looking at longingly, he certainly did not regret having done so without even so much as checking it out carefully beforehand. The water as an absolutely breath-taking color, and Vigilante could not deny its beauty. He was one to love the aesthetically pleasing, but this just went beyond expectation. He had entered the cave in the sunlight hours, so he supposed that the light outside must have had something to do with the beauty of the water. Regardless, it was beyond gorgeous, and he did so wish that he had someone to share such a sight with. You would have loved this place, Sister, he thought sadly, pausing for a moment to mourn his sister in the glory of the water.
The boat in the back of the cave was interesting, but he did not think it something that was entirely up his alley. Human things were still strange to him, and he couldn'y help but be incredibly wary of them. As it was, entering strange caves was not something he normally did, either, and he could only do so many things in a daay that were foreign to him before he became a little bit too uncomfortable with the situation. Everyone in the pack he had come to live in seemed completely comfortable with the human things, but he had not yet come to feeling that comfortable with them. Though he had found a small house on the outskirts of the pack lands and had taken up a semi-permanent residence within the house, he often chose to sleep outside, curled in his lupus form for comfort. He had so much still to get used to, the curly-tailed man knew, but clothes and houses and ships? Still too strange.