cake Just an FYI, Onus is awesome. Of course so is Rorschach x]
cakeInside, it was dark.
cakeShadows on the walls, borne of the candles he had lit. Ghosts from the past and the future, all intermingled in the air around him, whispering words to him in old, dead languages that had been spoken long before his ancestors had been graced by God to live life on this forsaken planet. The dark wolf, a shadow amongst shadows, understood so much and so little simultaneously. From the center of his study, where he sat placidly in an armchair, he watched the panelled walls, the swords crossed above his desk. Somewhere nearby a fire burned, and he thought of the past. Something felt strange tonight. The dragon roared in his head, flowed like an ancient fire through his veins.
cakeAfter a short period of withdrawal, it always gave him so much more.
cakeOutside, it was raining. He heard it on the ceiling and on the walls. He could feel it in his bones. The noise was deafening, thundering all about him, Mother Nature shrieking her rage to the world. The fire, the candles, the rustic scent of wood that had never quite left the house, and amongst all these things he could still smell the rain.
cakeAnd in the rain, blood.
cakeBefore he even heard the knock, he was on his feet. The sound of a fist on wood, urgent in the darkness, echoed through the house as Bane strode towards the front door. It wasn't something he thought about; it was something he was trained for, something that transcended all other things. Pulling the door open swiftly, the dark wolf, nearly blocking the entrance with his sheer mass, only took a brief moment to gather who was there before moving aside to allow them in. There was no time for formalities, nor any time to allow his personal prejudice towards coyotes get in the way.
cake"Bring him to the table," he told Cwmfen, moving forward to take some of the injured stranger's weight. He knew she would know what table he spoke of. "Keep pressure on the wound. Are there any other injuries?" Then, he looking more closely at the man, at the blood that clung to his fur and still dripped down his coat, he thought briefly how it had been some time since he had lost a patient. These things were inevitable; how long had it been since he had seen that much blood? Even in the dim light, he knew a challenge when he saw one. "What happened, and how long ago was it?"
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