Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150320071751/@comment-24701913-20150324074153

Blood.

It flowed like a river around him, it leaked from every part of their bodies. Whose? The hunters. They have always been a bother to Hakai, but not much of a trouble. These ones were, they had managed to cut his arm, it was bleeding heavily but it didn't bother him, he'd tend to it shortly.

He took the coinpurses the hunters had on them and added them to his current collection of coins, he didn't remove their helmets as he usually did when hunters attacked him, he was getting rather tired of it. He sighed as he tore off the sleeve on the arm that was bleeding, quickly tying it around the wound, hoping it'd hold back the blood until he found a healer.

"Idiots." He mumbled, beginning to exit the scene.

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A few minutes passed before he reached an inn, he entered it, not really caring that he was covered in blood that was mostly not his. Hakai took a seat at the bar and ordered some ale. He seemed to ignore the stares that he received, he didn't blame them for staring. He was, afterall, a half-transformed werewolf.