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The boy's paws hit the ground, sending dirt flying everywhere as he cleared the thick log afore him. Casimir could feel the wind thrashing his coat as he streaked through the valley. The boy panted heavily, his long body stretching over the ground as he sprinted. 
     Cas had been traveling for so damn long. Now that he was in Teekon, Casimir decided he would try to free himself for a little while. Part of living up to that was running. Running was what he was made for, and, though he was tired, it was all he wanted to do. Another part of that was flirting unabashedly, but that would have to wait for now.
     As he ran, Casimir floated from ecstasy into thought, deep thought...thought that he probably shouldn't have been thinking about while running. His mind drifted to Xahi, their fight, his departure. His thoughts drifted to his mother, her death, her sacrifice. And then he tripped.
     The usually-elegant boy was thrown to the ground, drawing a sharp grunt from his throat. He was sprawled out, legs splayed as he laid their on the ground. Casimir was stunned, to say in the least, and without breath in his lungs. Fuck.