cakeWith the curiosity there in his steady blue eyes, the dark wolf listened and watched. Though a medical doctor, he found many things beyond medicine intriguing, things having to do with the sentient mind, things that were both morbid and disturbing but fascinating in his eyes. He had seen many things while on the island of snow, and had learned many things of men and the way they worked. When she told him her problem, he smiled in an interested way.
cake"Sounds as though that may be more than a mood problem, Miss Joily,” he told her. As he spoke, he tucked his hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly as he looked at her, the injured lady before him with the odd grey stripes. ”Where I come from, there is a sort of warrior known as a berserker. They wear the skins of bears they have killed as armour and fight with spears and polearms. When in battle, they go into a rage-fuelled trance and exist for nothing but for blood, for the kill. They are honoured,” he added, glancing up at the sky as he spoke, "as warriors when alive, and as martyrs when dead.” It was a thing he hadn’t thought of in some time. He had never treated many berserkers; more often than not, they ended up in the morgue. When they didn’t, they would refuse his assistance. "What you describe brings them to mind. Those I knew could control their fury to only release it in battle. Anything can be learned.”
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