05-05-2018, 07:20 PM
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Bastille wasn't sure if he was angry or thankful for the sudden emergence of elementals. On the one hand, the headaches, excess energy, and insomnia that had been plaguing him for weeks had simply vanished with the storm after he managed to rein his powers in that first day. He was living a blissful life style without it, not even realizing just how much pain he'd adjusted to living with until it was gone. On the other hand, however, his powers weren't exactly what you would call under control. They consistently were out of fucking whack, and it was frustrating to lack control in this way. At random times, a storm might start, or he might set something on fire, and then he couldn't even make it stop. It was infuriating.
Which was why he was patrolling the furthest portion of their border that afternoon. He just wanted to stay away from camp for awhile, and from the inevitability of accidentally setting something valuable on fire. Even as he walked along their scent markers, the ground beneath his paws was splintering just slightly, the finest of cracks branching out. Bastille ignored it, instead following this steady draw on his soul as if someone was waiting for him, somewhere. Usually whenever he got those weird inclinations, he discovered a customer; he wasn't sure what it was, exactly, that drew him to them -- perhaps it was their auras, sucking him in, or perhaps Grimm just had a sixth sense of stories to claim. He had never tried to question it to much, and instead just answered the pull when it came.
This time, it was leading him towards Typhoon territory, but Bastille didn't let that slow him down. It wasn't like he had even left their own lands yet; he was just starting to turn in that direction, interestingly enough, but perhaps he was wrong.
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