Post by Dom on Sept 18, 2007 16:23:08 GMT -5
After showing Rhory to his dorm, Dom noticed that he hadn't taken a proper bathing in a long time. Sure, he had swam in the lake and other various bodies of water in the woods, but he hadn't used soap in nearly a year. Jesus. Disgusted at the thought, he headed out to find an unoccupied shower.
Of course, he found the one farthest away from everyone else, too.
Deep, deep down in the dungeons of the Palace, Dom found a still clean yet nearly unused shower. Perfect. This shower, though, was built much like a gym shower, and thereby had no stalls, curtains, or anything of the sort. Just about 20 brass nozzles all pointed towards the center of the room, and a small room off from the shower with places to hang towels and the such. Dom had snatched a towel from a lenin closet, and happily found fresh soap in the shower room already.
He hung his towel over a rod in the anteroom and stripped down there also. He folded the clothes that barely fit him, the ones he had gotten from Ras earlier, and placed them neatly on a bench. The room was extremely cold, so Dom hurried into the shower and turned on the warm water. Surprisingly, this far from all the other showers in the palace, this one still had fairly quick warm water.
He began his usual ritual, surprised at how easy it is to remember how to wash themselves properly, and observed his scars. Having lived in the woods for a long while, he had plenty. He was a lycan, though, and the scars were remnants of wounds that healed extremely fast. One perk, he though, of being a lycan. The warm water was soothing, and he soon lost touch with the world around him, thinking of someone special to him, to the point of almost being able to smell that special someone...
Or, was he really smelling him?
Of course, he found the one farthest away from everyone else, too.
Deep, deep down in the dungeons of the Palace, Dom found a still clean yet nearly unused shower. Perfect. This shower, though, was built much like a gym shower, and thereby had no stalls, curtains, or anything of the sort. Just about 20 brass nozzles all pointed towards the center of the room, and a small room off from the shower with places to hang towels and the such. Dom had snatched a towel from a lenin closet, and happily found fresh soap in the shower room already.
He hung his towel over a rod in the anteroom and stripped down there also. He folded the clothes that barely fit him, the ones he had gotten from Ras earlier, and placed them neatly on a bench. The room was extremely cold, so Dom hurried into the shower and turned on the warm water. Surprisingly, this far from all the other showers in the palace, this one still had fairly quick warm water.
He began his usual ritual, surprised at how easy it is to remember how to wash themselves properly, and observed his scars. Having lived in the woods for a long while, he had plenty. He was a lycan, though, and the scars were remnants of wounds that healed extremely fast. One perk, he though, of being a lycan. The warm water was soothing, and he soon lost touch with the world around him, thinking of someone special to him, to the point of almost being able to smell that special someone...
Or, was he really smelling him?