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"I don't remember anything. It is like when you cuddled me after falling asleep. I will never let that go." He laughed. "You're stuck with me reminding you of that forever." His laugh intensified into an 'evil' one. "I'm sure your mother's reasoning for saying that was different from my dad's. My dad told me that as a threat— to expect the unexpected punches—and ambushes."
"Oh, gods. . . I thought you'd have forgotten that by now." Lis groans.
"I'm a crossbreed between two warring elf races. She had many reasons, that being one of them." she whispers.
Bane tilted his head. "Gods… Are there multiple or something? And two elf races? Aren't you guys nearly all the same? Why go to war?" He clearly doesn't know what he's talking about. "And Lis, I didn't mean punches or ambushes from other people. I meant from my dad. My dad would threaten me with that, so I wouldn't be surprised when—" He trailed off and waved a hand. "You know what, never mind."
Lis sighs. "Religion. Force of habit to say 'gods'. I don't believe in them."
"Yes, there's dark elves, high elves, wood elves. . . and then there's the more extremist races, like the grey elves and the blood elves. Me? I'm half blood elf, half high elf." she murmurs.
She looks up at him. "Who said I didn't mean that too?"
Because having a mother that can barely stand to look or talk to you without you wearing a mask in her presence, to hide your 'disgusting half-breed face'? I feel like being subjected to that for. . . well, a while, would make you weary of everyone and everything too. But it's also why I was so quick to like you. Because you started showing me kindness, where noone else would. she thinks to herself. But I can't ever tell you that.
Bane smiled in a way to keep things light. "That's alright. Jesus— there's so many. Just like how there are many demons… and how they hate me because of my technical half-breed status. What a day— I'm just going to tell you now: Never comment on a hellhounds technical half-breed status in a snide way. Half demon-half wolf. Someone called my father a mutt. They did not come back alive." He looks her in the eyes. "Sorry about that spiel, it wasn't the right time to make that comment— I'm also sorry that your mother seemed to be like my father in a way."
His father had always damned him to harsh punishment like being beaten or locked in a room. It was horrific to think about. He didn't want to think about it now. Never being able to talk to anyone hurt him—it hurt his soul. He was punished for simple failure, having heterochromia which set him apart from the others. He was called defective unless working. Bane was forced to train for 24/7 until he collapsed from exhaustion. It was awful to live with his father.
Bane waved away these memories, tilting his head to look at Lis from another angle. "Is something wrong?"
Naize had watched the two, vines slowly growing up her arms through the floor
Bane turned his head to look at Naize. He was perplexed by the face vines were growing. "Hi, little Naize!" He said happily. "What are those vines you've got there? Are they coming up through the floor?" He looked Naize up and down. "Is there something wrong, Naize?"
Naize snapped out of her zone, yelping and biting at the vines. They burned black and shriveled away
Bane furrowed his brow. "Is everything alright, Naize?" He beckoned for her to come to him, making clicking sounds with his mouth. He sat on the side of the bed and patted the spot next to him.
Naize jumped up there and laid, clearly stressed over something, a bad dream maybe or just pint up fear
Bane stroked Naize to calm her down. He picked her up and put her in his lap, continuing to stroke her. "It's alright Naize. I won't let any demons hurt you. They will not be able to get into this place anymore. You're safe." He scratched her under the chin. "Everything will be okay."
Naize took a minute to purr, her bobtail tucked low.
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Devon had left the restaurant upset, he didn't care to think about why it bothered him so much. Jealousy he thought, he shook his head, walking towards an alley, and then…he blacked out.
He came to the next morning, in the woods somewhere with the smell of blood and a sharp pain in his left leg. He sat up with a groan, looking around and then at himself. His hands were covered in blood, and none of it his. He sighed, he also had blood on his face and clothes, he looked at his leg to see a knife sticking out of his thigh. they fought back…maybe they survived he thought hopefully. He tried to stand up, only to fail because of the pain it caused. they will hate me…but I need help he inwardly sighed before closing his eyes and teleporting to the three. Doing so he ended up in a standing position and fell face-first.
Bane was petting Naize, waiting for Lis to answer him, when he saw Dev teleport in and fall on his face. He lifted Naize out of his lap and put her down on the bed. He got up and kneeled at Dev's side, picking him up and putting him in a sitting position. "Devon? What happened? Are you okay?" Bane kept a hand on Dev's shoulder to keep him from folding over like a pancake.
Devon hissed in pain as falling had caused the knife to go even deeper, he hadn't taken it out, fearing that it would cause him to bleed out if he did. He looked at Bane sadly, "I don't know, and no…I am not" he sighed, closing his eyes feeling very weak and tired.
Bane sighed. "Okay— I'll be right back. Stay right here—well—you get the gist." Bane ran off to the part of the safe house where the pantry is. He saw Lis take out medical supplies there, maybe there was some to keep Dev from bleeding out. He grabbed gauze, bandages, and adhesive tape. Bane came back with all these things and put them down next to Dev.
He put a hand on his leg. "I'm sorry, this is going to be painful." Bane grabbed the hilt of the knife. "One three. One—three!" He quickly took the knife out of Dev's leg.
Bane put gauze on top of the bleeding knife wound. Then he put more and more as blood soaked through all the padding. He watched the gauze to make sure blood didn't soak through the top layer. He then wrapped the bandaged round and round and round. Using his claws to cut the bandages off from the roll, he used the tape to tape the bandages to one another, avoiding it all coming undone.
Bane breathed in. "I hope I did okay… I've never done anything like this. I really hope you can regenerate…if not— Lis might have to administer her weird serum to make it heal faster."
Devon laid back on the floor, "thanks…." he muttered, looking at the blood on his hands he sighed and let them fall at his sides. "I am sorry for bothering you…" he muttered, believing he was being a burden, as his sister had told him he was so many times.
Bane looked at Dev, noticing all the blood. Bane sighed. "You're welcome, Dev. You're not bothering me. I understand—let's get you cleaned up." Bane ran off and came back with a damp cloth. "This should be enough to clean off the blood. I should also apologize. I'm sorry that you keep getting excluded from conversation." He handed Dev the cloth. "We've got your back, alright? No matter what you are or how you were born? No one has a reason to hate you—it's just your sister." Bane inhaled and exhaled. "She's— her treatment towards you made us— strongly dislike her."
"what did she do wrong?" he asked, confused. He wiped the blood from his hands, unaware that it was also on his face, around his mouth and splattered. He was glad Bane didn't question it, after all the blood was not his.
Bane sighed. "The way she treated you wasn't natural. She pulled you away from us— she told me she tried to make you face the death of your mother. You don't do that to someone. You can't force someone to accept things when they're not ready. My father made that mistake—he forced me to accept the murder of my mother." He paused. "She forced you to go along with her when you didn't want to… you don't do that either. She all the choices for you, you had no say." He was only going off of what he had seen. "You have some—blood on your face. A blood-frenzie? I won't judge you if it was, I get those too. The urge to murder."
Devon didn't answer for a moment, "I um…I guess.. I really don't remember…" he sighed, wiping his face, "I know that she isn't great…but…she is all I have ever had.." he muttered.
Bane shrugged. "That's alright. I usually don't remember things after going feral. The clean us is really messy sometimes." He's trying his best to relate with Dev. "I know she's all you have, but you need to let her go. You've got us now. She'll just keep on torturing you— forcing you to do things you don't want to do." He smiled at Dev. "Do you trust me?"
Devon paused for a moment, "I guess…" he muttered, looking off to the side.
Bane sat down on the edge of the bed. "Hey, it's okay if you don't trust me. I'm not going to be angry. I know it's hard to trust of people you've just met. Just do me a big favor and stay off your feet for a little. If you need to lay somewhere, just let me know, I can pick you up."
"Pick me up?" he asked, curious and confused.
Bane laughed. "I meant as in lift you up. I have enhanced strength." Bane leaned back onto the bed. "So, if you want to lay or sit, tell me, and I can carry you there."
Devon sat up, "I can probably move on my own…" he was a bit nervous of the thought of Bane picking him up.
“Alright Dev, just don’t put any weight on that wounded leg. I don’t want you to hurt yourself further.” He sat up looking around the room. “There are a few chairs you could probably hop over to in here, but my suggestion to you is to stay down. Little Naize can keep you good company!” He picked up Naize and put her in Dev’s lap. “There you go.”
(Summary?)
Naize kept constantly moving, not still for too long