cake the 25th should work? i don't know what time of day hybrid attacked her XD also this is crazily long, for me.
cakeSurrounded by winter's skeletal trees, the small house sat on an old plot of land, long since overgrown with undesirable flora. In front of the house, perhaps twenty steps down the driveway from the garage, was a long and empty stretch of road that connected together two bigger roads, both of which wound like snakes through more populated areas of Halifax's suburban paradise. It wasn't horribly secluded. It was a good way from the main city, but deserted enough that at night, from the back porch, all he saw was trees, and the city's core in the distance, rising like concrete monoliths, mirrored against the distant ocean in their perpetual silence.
cakeInside, it was clean. Bane had spent much of the winter making the home liveable once again. Even should he build the cabin he had planned for last fall, he would keep this as a second house, for emergencies or when excessive distances kept him from his first home. One of the features that had drawn him to it originally was its high ceilings; this allowed him to comfortably stand at his full impressive height. Another was the architecture. It was unique, not a cookie-cutter home like so many of the others, with high arches and hardwood floors that gave it a specific rustic scent, even now. It had only two floors, not including the basement, but it was enough. Bane was comfortable there. Since moving in after his leg had healed in October, he had been the only sentient creature to cross its threshold, until the moment came that day when he had arrived home with the unconscious blackbird in his arms.
cakeIn his haste to attend to her wounds, Bane had left her on a dining table in the room adjacent to the kitchen while he went to fetch the supplies he would need. He followed the scent of blood (thick and metallic, it quickly flooded the house, clinging to the walls) back to her and set to work. The dark wolf was calm as he went about treating her, stemming the blood flow from her wounds, bandaging them, and warming her as he dried her fur. Her heartbeat was regular, despite the hypothermia he knew had set in. This was a good sign, one that, despite himself, he felt glad for.
cakeWhen she finally began to move, he reacted as any trained doctor would, and no particular emotion entered his mind because he knew better than to allow himself to become distracted. Disorientation was to be expected for someone in her condition. By this time, he was sitting at her side in a chair he had dragged over from the fire. As she stirred, he paused and stood and leaned over her to listen, close enough to see each separate strand of fur in her coat. And as she spoke he smiled at her words, but the smile was peculiar, void of emotion in the rest of his face. His eyes were blank and piercing and full of a strange intensity.
cake"I'm here for your safety and protection, little blackbird," he told her quietly, voice deep and even, as he rested one hand on her shoulder to gently urge her to lay back down. His words rang true in his head, even as he spoke them, and he understood with an odd sort of clarity that this had been intended. This, her, the coyote -- it was all for a reason. Where and why were the questions, but Bane knew better than to expect answers; they would all learn in time. "You needn't worry about anything." Then he stood back up, intending to fetch the lady some water, perhaps something to eat should she feel ready at any time to stomach something, but instead he simply stood and looked at her. This was a curious situation, indeed.
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