Now that I’m in, there’s no letting go

Possible joining thread for Bane! Feel free to have anyone find him. He’s very aggressive so it’s hard to do normal joining threads with him lol.

@Reign @Creole

Anyone else from DE is free to join as well.<3

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Wandering, wandering, wandering. He’s broken inside and out. He chews himself until he’s raw — the bugs fucking crawl and they never fucking stop. No matter how much he tears, punctures, and rips his flesh they only cease temporarily— their return is inevitable — as are his many other mental ticks.

One of which is his lusty thirst for blood. It got him into a doozy this time. He’s insatiable — always so full yet starving all at once. He’ll kill, kill, kill and stuff his belly with innards, muscle, bone until he vomits it all back up just to start all over again.

Just like his most recent adventure, coming from the west and heading east into the plains. Killing anything he saw. His journey consisted of two coyotes, a boar, two deer, and his last fateful attempt…a cougar. He had traced it halfway across the flattened lands ripe with the occasional, miscellaneous plateau. Where a life threatening fight with said cat broke out…

It was a large male, but the hellhound has no care for size of body, teeth, or claws…no, he cares for the blood he can spill or the feeling of tearing into another beings flesh. He wants to feed the hunger despite it being a never ending cycle — sure not to stop even when he’s dead, only to continue on into the afterlife.

But the here and now prevents that.

He has the cat cornered on a steep ledge — a heart stopping forty foot drop. He had chased it for miles after the first attack and all the way up the plateau they’re both currently standing on. The hounds eyes are wide, bloodshot, and dry as he snaps at the creature. He takes harsh claws to the face and a hissing show of long, feline canines. His face is covered in blood and scratches, as well as his belly from their earlier tussle, but he doesn’t understand the concept of giving up.

He’d die before he did.

That’s why Banesteppe lunges. Taking both him and the cat off the edge. His teeth find purchase on the cougars neck, but the other’s teeth meet his own flesh along with the sting of claws as muscled arms wrap around him.

And down, down, down they go.

The breath is knocked out of them both. Bane’s shoulder hits a sharp rock and cracks precariously. The bounce, skid, and tumble all the way down until solid, level land greets them both at a dangerous velocity. Bane knocks his head on the ground so hard it bounces and shakes his skull. He lays there, twitching, eyes wide open but unseeing as he twitches and groans.

But the darkness comes for him…and not for the first time, he hopes once more that he won’t wake up.
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