Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160412052018

(Alrite, u dun fukkt up a wakin scene I had in my mind u faget. XD)

Aelwin was by Dunistair's side, as always. His vision was blurry, perhaps due to the dust before him. He glanced at the mighty Breton, unable to recognize his facial traits. All he felt was something running down his cheek, he smeared his hand in an attempt to wipe it and looked at the palm, streams of black rolling from the wrist down. He shut his eyes, black blood making its way through the fingers and on the back of the hands.

"G-guys-s..." he uttered a muffled sob, removing his black hands from his face, his voice shaky, "I... M-my eyes-s h-hurt-t..."

The irides on his eyes were completely absent, leaving only the black pupils the connected with black veins invisible from afar. His cheeks were stained in lines of black, and the bottom lid of his right eye slid slightly down, a spot if black surrounding it.

"G-guys?.."