Bane
Your shadows betray you
They serve me
They serve me
A low growl rumbled from deep in Bane’s chest as he watched her slip from his grasp, his boot missing its target by inches. The heat of the flames was nothing compared to the irritation flaring in his blood. Eyes narrowing on her retreating form.
His body remained tense, muscles coiled with the promise of action, but he stayed balanced on the cracking branch, watching as she danced away with that smug grin plastered on her face. The woman knew how to move, he'd give her that. And while she might think she was toying with him, there was a thrill in the hunt he hadn’t felt in a long time.
When she wiggled her fingers and taunted him, firelight dancing in her eyes, Bane leaned forward slightly, arms loose at his sides as if preparing to strike. "You think you're clever, don't you?" he said, his voice a quiet, dangerous purr. "But I don’t need help getting down. I never needed help catching prey either."
In a fluid motion, he kicked off the tree, dropping to the ground as effortlessly as a predator stalking its quarry. His landing was silent despite the weight of his boots, and in a flash, he was up, eyes locking on hers. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth—cocky, relentless, as always.
"Keep running if you like, songbird. We both know this little game’s just getting started. But don’t forget…" His voice dropped lower, filled with menace. "I always catch what I’m after."
His body remained tense, muscles coiled with the promise of action, but he stayed balanced on the cracking branch, watching as she danced away with that smug grin plastered on her face. The woman knew how to move, he'd give her that. And while she might think she was toying with him, there was a thrill in the hunt he hadn’t felt in a long time.
When she wiggled her fingers and taunted him, firelight dancing in her eyes, Bane leaned forward slightly, arms loose at his sides as if preparing to strike. "You think you're clever, don't you?" he said, his voice a quiet, dangerous purr. "But I don’t need help getting down. I never needed help catching prey either."
In a fluid motion, he kicked off the tree, dropping to the ground as effortlessly as a predator stalking its quarry. His landing was silent despite the weight of his boots, and in a flash, he was up, eyes locking on hers. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth—cocky, relentless, as always.
"Keep running if you like, songbird. We both know this little game’s just getting started. But don’t forget…" His voice dropped lower, filled with menace. "I always catch what I’m after."
Pain is a teacher that never forgets
Etched in the flesh
Etched in the flesh
