11-21-2008, 11:50 PM
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cake 'cause all i ever had,
cakeMany would have tired of it, the inactivity, the ennui, the bed of pine needles beneath a high canopy of leaves. It had been almost a week. Bane was an enduring animal, however, a man who had been given more self-control than compassion. He was tranquil, tireless, serene in this. An occasional misting rain came and went. The silence remained. His head was quiet as well; long ago he had learned to beat it down. Control. cakeIt was dark in the woods, minus the spot where the large black wolf had decided to build his fire. It glowed in the night, a halo of protective warmth, light to subdue the demons. The doctor sat before it, the ground his seat, a felled tree his backrest. His broken leg stretched before him, unmoveable in the splint, and his wounds were healing already. The occasional bandage was wrapped around his skin and fur, here and there. Nothing was bloodstained, dirty or old; he had standards, and he upkept them. cakeIn his hands, Bane held a hardcover book, a medical dictionary, worn from use. He couldn't see it. The words blurred together in the soft firelight, forming lines of indecipherable black text. Still he watched it, though, reading his memory rather than the paper before him. It helped to keep him focused. Focus was important. After all, he was here for a reason. His instinct told him so. |