cake A bit of powerplay here, sorry!
cakeHer heartbeat was regular and this pleased the blue-eyed male. He released her wrist, and kept his gaze secure on her face. She thanked him and he found it a useless gesture; this was written. This was outside his realm of control. This was not something that free will would have produced -- but then, free will didn't produce anything at all. All the dark wolf had now was to wonder what he was intended to learn from this, and what she was as well. Though she may not have been looking, he shook his head very slightly, and then became attentive once more when she spoke again.
cakeIf they sounded nice, then they would be hers. Bane was a unique man, particularly when it came to women; he was aggressive, dominant, violent, but only in matters primal and generally sexual. He got what he wanted, regardless of their wants, and in return they would get what they wanted as well, in any other matters he had control over. He had spent much time in a society that placed heavy emphasis on tradition and he knew to treat a woman as she should be treated. Therefore, if it were in his power, it would be hers. He stood up again, back straight, once more entirely prepared to leave her for a moment when some stray thought unexpectedly took her. She tried to stand, and he reacted with pure instinct.
cakeBefore the lady hit the ground, the dark wolf caught her in his arms, as gently as he possibly could. Against his arms he felt the stitches in her back scraping against his skin beneath his fur. Delicately, he lifted her, his face near hers as he spoke to her, quietly as he had before. "The pack can wait," he said to her as he guided her to her feet. "Now you need to rest. You have lost a lot of blood. You have many wounds, and many stitches. In the meantime, relax, and anything you need I will get for you. Your pack can wait." Instead of assisting her back onto the table, the dark wolf led her to a nearby couch, urging her to sit. Once she was sitting, her brushed her bangs away from her face so as to look at her eyes, such intriguing eyes, white yet still sighted. "Is there anything else that concerns you?"
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