cake Fade to black? :o
cakeThe civil face the dark wolf put on for the world was a farce; underneath it, as she had figured out by now, lay that dormant beast, the wolf, the animal, that so many now disregarded and forced to submit for fear of the savage side they harboured. In some it was more present than in others, and in Bane it was more obvious than not; he hid this, but the beast constantly fought back. Sometimes it won. He could see this inside her, too, smell it and hear it in her voice, the melody in her tone that sounded like a song, the song of the forest, the mountain, the wild. It still lingered in his ears, the feeling of it more than the words. It was that that he wanted, the ferocity that he needed. Soon he would taste it, and the anticipation reared in him, the instinct alongside it, strong and unwavering.
cakeShe resisted, but only for a moment, teeth bared, and he knew deep down he needn't doubt her strength. It excited the beast inside to feel it on her, in her, and to know that, now that he had been granted her permission (so he wouldn't have to take it,) it would be his. For the night, until the fire in his veins took him hard enough that he would be forced to come back to himself. For now he would be fine, now that he had something to focus the fire on. Fingers remaining tight on her wrist, he continued to move, taking her with him inside.
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