The ashen brute pulled himself away from the pack of Saltwinter and into the coast that was not claimed by any beast - all those except the savage thrashing of the waves against the stone. An instinct inside the brute permitted fleeting thoughts of new blood on the earth. It wouldn't have been long and the woman from the dank forest should have bore him young. It was rare that he remain in the area with such a monumental event. The heavy detachment that claimed him was enough to force the wanderlust into his veins. Certainly, the haggard mercenary would have vanished were it not for the disappearance of Caiaphas. It frustrated him and so he made effort to pull himself away from her pack lands... if only for a short while.
The cliffs were an intense comfort to the brute. He knew their dangers but it was the reason he was drawn to them so. The sky was quickly fading to night and Kierkegaard did not anticipate that he would find himself in the company of many others. The inky backdrop would make for a cruel reality in contrast to those dark cliffs. Still, he pressed forward.
The cliffs were an intense comfort to the brute. He knew their dangers but it was the reason he was drawn to them so. The sky was quickly fading to night and Kierkegaard did not anticipate that he would find himself in the company of many others. The inky backdrop would make for a cruel reality in contrast to those dark cliffs. Still, he pressed forward.
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