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@Lunaria My bad didn't see it was a private thread, so I'll try again here


His own private beach. Well perhaps not HIS own. 
Having access to the ocean had been a FACINATING change...another thing he never would have gotten to enjoy if still trapped in the Nightwalkers. 
Today, he was fishing. He had found a bit of rotting dead thing on the beach and chucked the foul thing in the water, standing over it and waiting. Finally a suitable prey appeared, a few large mackerel, and he lunged forward, Jaws closing around the head of one. Triumphant, he carried the writhing thing up the beach to eat in peace.