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[color=#B40404][indent][sup][color=#848484]〄[/color]〄[color=#848484]〄[/color] Mighty the Wolf
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[color=#B40404][u]Thursday, June 1[sup]st[/sup] - 5:20 AM[/u][/color]

[indent][color=#848484][sup]"Mornings like this remind me of some of those mornings in Europe, eh Mighty? That morning ambush particularly. It's. Weird to think that instead of monsters infesting these woods hunting innocent demi-gods, it's innocent demi-gods that fill them." From the darkness of the forest that surrounded Camp Half-Blood a male tenor voice would speak and as if in answer a low whine would come from some sort of canine. Rustling the leaves a figure shrouded in the dark would stand and give a long sigh of exasperation. It was really hard to talk to anyone in the camp, they didn't understand, how could they? And while selfishly he'd like someone to have shared in his experiences he also wouldn't wish what he had to go through on anyone. It almost made him wish he could just sleep forever, at least then he was somewhat in control of what his brain would bring up. But here, in the darkness and alone his mind would wander and flashes of fights from his past would flash, and each time the last image in his mind was his mother and the feeling of failure and anger. 

As if sensing this, another larger shrouded figure, this time on four feet would press close to the first figure, and another low whine would be heard. A small chuckle would escape the boy, for it surely had to be a boy, and with another quick sigh, the two would begin walking back towards the camp proper. As a child of the Greek God Hypnos, Korbin didn't even need to sleep very much. A few hours would be like a full night for any other and the amount of time it required in between rests could be extended as well. It was an ability that served him well as a hunter, but less so as a camper, one of the many. He had gotten into trouble a few times already from Chiron for 'over-training' the younger students. Over-training wasn't a word in Korbin's dictionary so the stern talking to from the Centaur was puzzling and he didn't apologize for his actions, instead telling the half-horse that he was preparing them for what the world would do and what they would expect. Combat wasn't glorious, it wasn't something to idolize, it wasn't camp. 

And that was the phrase that kept coming to him. What was out there wasn't camp and Chiron or no Korbin had made a promise that he would do everything he could to protect other Demi-Gods and hopefully prevent his own mistakes and experiences being felt by others. And that was why Korbin and Mighty took so many extra guard shifts, patrol shifts, recovery quests, and dangerous volunteer jobs. To him, he was expendable and his greatest wish was to die in battle saving someone worthy and then enjoy the unending glory of Valhalla until Ragnarok. It was interesting, and Korbin briefly smirked at how opposite the Greeks and Norse were, but it made sense. And while Korbin wouldn't go looking for death, if and when it came he'd greet it like an old friend and be ready for what came next. But, by Odin's will, he'd have a bit more time on the Earth first. He had already made good progress toward becoming more. Normal. And had even begun to make friends much to Korbin's surprise. After so long alone, or with his animal companions, Korbin felt that he'd never be able to make friends but so far so good. It helped that Korbin's 'talents' made him an ideal referee to the big three when they sparred and Korbin's real-world knowledge helped temper some of the talented and skilled swordsman's desire to prove themselves.

All in all, things were good and getting better. Which was a nice change. As Korbin entered the Camp proper he checked in with the Watch Commander and gave a brief report on his findings while on sentry and then headed towards the training area which was were he would park himself for the rest of the day until his next shift.
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