Thread: The Man in Wolf Clothing [Mr_Sir & Oversea]

Though Cacia was often described as a solitary individual, the nights spent away from her little bungalow had done its fair amount of emotional damage. The laundered stench of the hospital had become far too much of a formality when she opened her eyes from an often restless sleep, the blinding hospital light dominated her vision. Her doctor - a very kind Middle Eastern woman - had been hounding her to take her medication. It will help with the pain she'd promise. Despite her advice Cacia had all but surrendered to her illness. It was predicted she wouldn't live past her twenty-fifth birthday which seemed to be approaching dangerously fast. She didn't want to instill herself with false hope and relinquished the majority of her treatments save for a prescription painkiller or two that facilitated her otherwise nonexistent rest. Well, that was the last one until next week. Dr. Khowst offered her client a brief smile but it appeared to wane as she stood. Going home? Undoubtedly a rhetorical question. Cacia had been holed away in the hospital for the past eight days. Tests were thorough but in no way absolute she felt as if they were wasted time on her part even if Dr. Khowst swore they would do some good somewhere down the road. Being home again was like having the hospital life virtually siphoned from her mind. She disdained her tote at the foot of her door and waltzed into the darkness to be greeted by a loving howl and a lyrical pitter-patter of large, furry feet. Absentmindedly the nomadic women flipped on the light switch and was mauled by a mass of fur and girth. Her German Shepard, Rusko, had been heavily neglected during her absences. From time to time the neighbors across the street would stop by to feed him and let him outdoors but it hadn't given him the love he desired from his master. She fervently caressed his skull whilst haphazardly flattening his ears. He barked in reply and bounced as if weightless around the living room where he eagerly awaited his master. Rusko, she breathed silently. Her voice was laden with fatigue and husk, I'm going to bed. One could have sworn the mutt was cognizant of his masters musings. He wagged his tail and followed the woman during her trek to her bedroom where she hastily - and clumsily - changed her clothing and wrapped herself protectively within her comforters. For once she had attained a rather useful rest until Rusko began barking furiously downstairs. These were some hours later, but she hadn't quite taken that into account. Cacia stumbled downstairs and to the kitchen where Rusko was pawing at the patio door. Though unfrightened, she happened to be curious. Outside she greeted the sensation of dewy grass upon her soles, but had been dismayed by the sight left before her. A man, virtually naked, laid bleeding in her garden. Rusko ran out to investigate. His eyes were almost lamentable as he began innocently lapping at the man's wounds. Inside. It took time for her to drag his outlandishly heavy body indoors and became an even more grueling task with Rusko bouncing left and right. A million things were running through her mind but, sadly, the one that held her interest above all was the possibility of police making a not-so-routine drive around the block.