Stavanger Bay the dead horse shanty

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though arturo is not unfamiliar with living near the ocean — in what felt like a different life these days this place was once a haunt of his — he still prefers woodland and tends to spend majority of his time in stavanger bay's forest. it's unfortunate given the nature of the pack he calls home but he manages despite the memories that the sands and sea bring to the forefront of is mind. once he would have looked back upon them with fond nostalgia but now they drudge up unpleasant memories and dark thoughts to mirror his feelings about them. it was the beach of stavanger bay that he first met chusi and remembering chusi how she was is painful given the rusted knives of betrayal and heartbreak she thrust into his back and heart and left there to corrode; which in turn brings up the memory of lotte's death. the day that arturo lost the best half of his heart; and what is left of the devil's heart is now wilted and grotesque — which is not a bad thing in the gangster's opinion. it's how arturo likes it. a tragic, albeit prophetic return to deconsecrated roots. he could pretend to be holy as he prayed to the alter of his goddess wife all he wanted but the truth is he will always be unholy and redemption is little more than a fool's dream.

as the fearghal monarch walks the shifting sands of the bay's shore he forces those unwanted and parasitic memories into the very back of his mind. he knows they will weed themselves out later but he is grateful to see the form of the young, pallid cairn ahead and focuses upon the captain to distract himself. the coywolf lets out a chuff to garner the leader's attention as he approaches, lowering tail, head and the proud set of his shoulders into a posture of respectful submission.