shy away, shy away phantom

[Bane Kiles]

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'cause all i ever had, cakeThe sky was wet. It seemed less like rain than it did a sea that had risen from its bed to float, as if gravity had been cut off. It simply hovered, to spite him. Work was difficult enough as it was without his glasses; the black wolf struggled to see through the mist, blinking rapidly, vainly, to clear his eyes. The splint wasn't straight, but it would have to do. With a final tug on the strap holding it to his broken leg, Bane leaned heavily back against the tree he sat under. The broken bone would heal soon enough, if he didn't push himself. As for the wounds, he simply hoped they wouldn't get infected. cakeSlowly, he drew in a deep, steadying breath and surveyed his surroundings. Wet trees, wet ground, and everything smelled of water. Saltwater and rain. It washed the blood out of his cutoff jeans. Bane was sufficiently exhausted, having travelled to the edge of these woods from the mountains, bleeding enough to leave an easy scent trail. He could barely see anything two feet in front of him with this fog. It was cold, raining, almost winter, and his weapons and most of his supplies were currently sitting at the bottom of a cliff, along with his glasses, which he was certain were shattered from the fall. Hardly an ideal situation. cakeFishing through the small bag beside him, the blue-eyed wolf dug out a small container, which was filled with white pills. He took two, and returned the rest to the bag. Soon he would be able to relax.

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