i'm a slave to all these voices in my head.
11-07-2013, 07:29 PM
Just a year ago, he wouldn't have given a damn if he was a free man or a prisoner -- he likely would have embrace death with open arms, and would've been content to go out in a blaze of glory. And yet now all he wanted was to be home safe with Silent and with his children, curled safely in their den, warm and content. But it was he that had put himself in this predicament, and he knew it was he that would have to figure out a solution. Would they come for him? Or would he be forced to fight for his freedom? Bronze was arrested from his somber thought by the voice of one of the last women he has expected to see today. Quietly his head would life, his spine arching as he kept his gaze locked on her. He had experienced pain and torture -- and yet it didn't seem like this pack, as awful as they were, had any intention of bringing misery to their captives. The male was not willing to let down his guard though, especially around the woman that had been the one to inflict his injuries upon him. But to be fair, he had engaged her, and all they had been doing was fighting for their respective packs. He did not hate her -- not for what she had done, at least; he knew little to nothing about her character. "No," he answered gruffly. "I will be fine. They are healing well." There was no sign of infection, and the pain was beginning to subside, though it seemed a kind of fatigue had found its way deep into his soul, a feeling he could not shake even as he began to heal properly. She offered him a rabbit, and he eyed it warily. "You eat some first," he suggested lightly. Was it crazy for him to be hesitant? He certainly didn't think so. "But thank you. I appreciate the gesture." Though he was on edge, he was not at all aggressive -- he was far too tired to fight or even try to run today. |
