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    It was early morning now- the time of day where the world could not decide between the darkness of night, nor the light of day, resulting in the atmosphere being tinted with an odd blue. It was unusual for the male to be up so early, he was reknown as a night owl, and was usually the one waking up late with a messy pelt, yawning and half-asleep on patrols. But today was different. And why, may you ask?


    "Deus." Began Tyki in a groan of pain as he cursed himself, "How much did I drink last night?" Yes, it was not some amazing reason, but the simple fact he had a hang over, a killer one at that. So much so, it forced him from the comfort of his den to the cruel outside, suffering in silence as his golden hues gazed into the distance.
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