shy away, shy away phantom

[Bane Kiles]

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'cause all i ever had, cakeBane smelled him coming, even through the thick rain. Would've seen him too, if not for the fog. It wasn't like he was blind, Mother Nature just hated him. More out of reflex than anything, his left hand slithered through the folds of cloth in his bag to wrap around the butterfly knife he carried. The cold steel was comforting and he smiled thinly in the general direction of the strange smell, ears perked as the unfamiliar voice cut through the fog. It wasn't that he expected the worst. The stranger didn't sound hostile, but Bane had learned his lessons, largely the hard way. This one here, this was a pack wolf. You could smell it like fresh meat, or the plague. Bane's was a loner's scent, mingled with the bitter, choking smell of ash and charcoal. It was obvious where he had come from. He had wandered far to get there, the hard road lining his pawpads with callouses. The black wolf knew he hadn't failed yet. cakeThere had to be someone left alive. cake"Hey there," Bane called back, smoothly, belying nothing further of his injuries that the heavy scent of his blood wouldn't have given away. He felt drained, and the taste of chalk coated his throat. He regarded both these things with his atypical indifference. "Lookin' for something?" While awaiting a response, he stretched his senses out to scour the area. Faint smell of wolves and deer, blood that may have been fresh, blood that may not have been his. Nothing dangerous. His fingers loosened a little on his balisong.

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