ALL YOU SINNERS STAND UP;; open- injury

[BUBONICPLAGUE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica;"]pain was an old friend to the centuries old demon. a familiar thing, a sting in his muscles, not quite acknowledged but ever present. the pain of losing limbs, pieces of yourself torn away, he could sympathize with this man he had never once met; though in his cold, black heart, the demon couldn't find it in himself to actually care. not really. the strong would win and the weak would lose, and this romanempire, he was the latter, blood oozing from flesh torn away and consciousness fading.

the dire wolf approached more out of curiosity than anything, lingering at the side as to not get in the way of imperia. though a voice grating on his ears, speaking shitty old english elicited a snort from bubonicplague, lip curling at the wolf pulling the injured onto his back. "the fuck are you trying to say?" the demon scoffed out. he rolled his broad shoulders and let out a mutter about kids these days trying to be poetic, adding 'eth' to every other word or speaking broken latin. it was more than annoying, especially to a beast older than time, that had been around for the creation of such lovely languages, as well as the eventual death of them.

sightless eyes turned down to the present healer. "is there anything you need?" he rumbled monotonously; though he harbored no desire to assist in the healing process, he had respect for her (especially due to how she could tolerate moonmade) and thus decided he might as well offer himself. not like he had anything better to do, anyway.