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Layden wandered around the city slums, limping. He noticed that his paw had begun to bleed again. He sat and begun to lick at it, cleaning off the blood. Last night he'd had a chase with a very big kitty. When he had lost the cat (yes, he'd run away) he'd stepped on a piece of glass and cut his paw.
As if anything else could go wrong, he found his home occupied by a cat, and it wasn't friendly. He'd spent the night under a bush and now he was looking for another place to stay (the cat hadn't intended to leave it's new-found home.)
Layden begun to walk again, now that his paw was free of blood, though it still throbbed painfully. He looked up and noticed a house, it seemed abandoned. He limped toward it, hoping no one else had found it.
He circled the house, hoping to find an entrance. When none could be found he sighed and continued on. His paw had begun to bleed again, but he didn't go to the trouble of cleaning it off. Instead he continued on his way, peering into houses, though most seemed to be inhabited already. The inhabitants weren't friendly either.
He peered at the sky, it was getting dark, he needed someplace to stay, and soon. He continued walking and came to a house that had a hole in the side. Probably someone had already found it and was living inside, but he might as well check. Maybe he would get lucky. He padded through the hole.

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The hole that was in the side of the house wasn't there the day before, let's just put it that way. Inside, Banner groaned as he continued to pick the splinters out of his skin. He'd lost it again - lost control. And somehow he had managed to run straight through the rotting foundation of the house. Waking up this morning had not been a pleasant experience. Then again, waking up in general for him wasn't something he was happy about.

I don't want to know what I killed,[/color] he thought solemnly, spitting splinters from between his teeth to the dusty floor. Banner just hoped that no one would come by today. Especially a cat. For some reason the cats around this area seemed to all want to attack him right off the bat. He wasn't yet familiar with the Iris Pride - thank god - or really anything about this war ridden city. But he didn't want to ask anyone. He didn't even want to talk to anyone.

All Banner wanted to do was live alone. It was better for everybody that way. The loneliness was a small price to pay on his part to protect the public from his impulse control issues. But it was just his luck that someone came creeping through the hole he'd made. Another dog. Immediately, he tensed. "Don't come any closer..."[/color] he warned. "It's not safe--!"[/color] But he stopped mid sentence when he realized the smaller canine was limping.

".... You are hurt?"[/color] he asked quietly. Banner didn't want to have company, but he couldn't just let this small-fry not have a place to rest. He winced. Perhaps he could just leave and let the other dog stay. Besides, he was nearly three-hundred pounds. He could take care of himself if another person picked a fight with him.



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When Layden limped into the house he saw the large dog laying on the floor with splinters all around him, it was obvious what had created that hole. He supposed he would have to leave now, since the dog had mad this into his home and Layden probably wouldn't be welcome. Besides, the dog was practically three times his size and probably just as strong as he looked.

"Don't come any closer!"
Layden stopped, would the dog attack him? Probably. Simply for being there? Not surprisingly. Perhaps he should leave. Good idea.

"It's not safe--!"
Why wouldn't it be safe? Was something wrong with the house? Was something wrong with the dog? Perhaps it was sick. Maybe it had rabies! But it wasn't foaming at the mouth, it hadn't attacked yet. It had broken a hole in a building for seemingly no reason though. Layden turned to leave when the dog said something more.

"You are hurt?"

Well, duh! He was limping wasn't he! The red stuff wasn't paint. Layden sighed, trying to compose himself, the dog was just asking a question, "It's nothing, just a scratch," he replied, of course, it didn't help that his paw was bleeding. Then, it was just his luck that as he began to leave again, he slipped and fell flat on his face. If he could have blushed, he would have, for now he was majorly embarrassed. He quickly stood back up. "I'll be leaving now." he murmured.

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Banner probably sounded stupid, asking if the other dog was okay when he was clearly bleeding from his hindpaw. Banner shakily got to his feet as the fellow canine tried to inch away, only to fall flat on his face. A small smile graced him - the poor guy could easily be patched up. Banner might be solitary and mainly aloof, but he did enjoy helping others when he got the chance. So long as he didn't get angry--

He winced at the thought. The smaller dog wouldn't stand a chance if he lost his cool. But Layden didn't seem like the type to piss a guy like Banner off. He may as well offer his help. If he still refused... well... then he'd be on his own. Right? He sighed and made his way over to the smaller dog as he regained his composure and muttered that he'd be leaving.

"Hold... on"[/color] he managed to choke out. Why was speaking so hard for him? It was so simple. So harmless. But Banner was always afraid he'd lose control, kill more. He didn't want that. No more blood needed to be shed by his paws. "That scratch... seems to be slowing you down a little."[/color] he let out a small chuckle. "Let me help you out. I know a few... things."[/color]

That much was true. He'd learned how to clean his own wounds many a time over to save himself from infection and certain death. Then again, any time he was close to death, he blacked out and the... other guy took over. The other guy. That was all Banner could refer to his sinister side as. That side with no remorse. Just pure... fury.

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