Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150126212201/@comment-6006054-20150207035154

Aazhun shrugged, and resheathed his knife. He shook blood droplets from his cut hand. Cold surged as he put his left palm against the wound. His right hand shivered, and Aazhun grimaced as the blood was frozen solid and the torn flesh chilled. It would be fine for now, as the bleeding was slowed.