jog my memory

Mortis yawned as he stepped away from the training dummies. His daily activities kept him fit, and his heart thundering. Having worked up a bit of an appetite, he moved away from the barracks and looked out at the beach. Perhaps he could take a dip and go fishing… through fishing always reminded him of things better left alone.

As he walked to the water's edge, he heard the sound of running-thump of paws, and moved his eyes along the beach until he found the koi-form of Hanako. The other woman racing along the sand, kicking up a dust cloud behind her.

"Mortis Fatalis"