11-21-2008, 10:38 PM
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cakeThank you! I've had characters who can see/hear ghosts also... it's a fun trait to mess around with. :] 'cause all i ever had,
cakeThe black wolf split his focus between the stranger and the rabbit. Multi-tasking had never been a problem for him. A part of his mind was always separate from all else, capable of watching and analyzing whatever was going on around him. This wolf, this fire-specter standing on the other side of the roasting pit Bane had built, came closer when he called and he saw the wounds, the mangled hand; she'd been in a fight recently. She seemed twitchy, almost as if she were nervous. He ripped another large chunk of hot rabbit-meat from the dead animal in his hands, swallowing it, barely having chewed. Through his painful hunger was a pondering curiosity; both things needed to be sated. cakeBane didn't deal in herbs and plants. He had spent many of his younger days on battlefields, during and after the bloodshed; first to fight, secondly to learn. How many corpses had he dragged home to his knife? How many illegal autopsies had he performed to learn about canine anatomy? None of it bothered him. The dead were dead, what was done was done. Prescriptions and pills were his things. Drugs mankind had created and abused. One day Bane hoped to donate his body to science. It was, after all, just a vessel. cakeThe noises the quiet specter made as she sat down were further proof to a proven end. Blue eyes phased from her fish to her face to her wounds, which had long begun to heal. She hadn't seen anyone about it. "You should have a cast on that hand," he stated simply, pausing from his food. A little hypocritical -- his own leg needed a cast, but without his supplies, the best the man could do was the makeshift splint. The break wasn't horrible. It would heal, in time. "It'll heal wrong without one. Do you have a doctor?" |