04-08-2009, 01:45 AM
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For Cwmfen and later Bane. Set right after the Corvus fight not far outside Halifax.
I HOLD SECRETS FLAME
His numb feet stumbled through the cold, wet earth. The man had undone his scarf after the shadow had left him to bleed to death. He had bunched the fabric up and held it to his weeping wound. The skin and muscle where those dark jaws had clamped were shredded like paper. He had lost a lot of blood, doubtless leaving a crimson trail in the rain soaked mud. Blood dripping from the inside of his coat just as the rain dripped from the outside. His head was getting light and fuzzy and he could feel his vision begin to fade on him. Moving and making his blood leak from his body quicker wasn't the best idea, but he wasn't going to lie defeated on the ground, his life slowly leaving him.
Balance left him and he fell to the ground, free arm catching him, but weakly. Was this how it was going to end? Of course it would have happened in the damned woods. Not in a city where the things he needed to save his own life were accessible. Would his mission end here? In the cold rain? He had expected to die alone and unnoticed, but not this way. Not this soon. Suddenly his body was too heavy for him and he knew he would not rise again on his own. He would bleed here to death. This was the thanks he got for living his life as he had. Though he had never expected anything more.
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For Cwmfen and later Bane. Set right after the Corvus fight not far outside Halifax.
His numb feet stumbled through the cold, wet earth. The man had undone his scarf after the shadow had left him to bleed to death. He had bunched the fabric up and held it to his weeping wound. The skin and muscle where those dark jaws had clamped were shredded like paper. He had lost a lot of blood, doubtless leaving a crimson trail in the rain soaked mud. Blood dripping from the inside of his coat just as the rain dripped from the outside. His head was getting light and fuzzy and he could feel his vision begin to fade on him. Moving and making his blood leak from his body quicker wasn't the best idea, but he wasn't going to lie defeated on the ground, his life slowly leaving him.
Balance left him and he fell to the ground, free arm catching him, but weakly. Was this how it was going to end? Of course it would have happened in the damned woods. Not in a city where the things he needed to save his own life were accessible. Would his mission end here? In the cold rain? He had expected to die alone and unnoticed, but not this way. Not this soon. Suddenly his body was too heavy for him and he knew he would not rise again on his own. He would bleed here to death. This was the thanks he got for living his life as he had. Though he had never expected anything more.