Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160520082808

The voices of his groupmates echoed in Aelwin's head as he exhaled heavily and hoarsely before lowering his blade to thrust it into the dirt. He slowly sat down and crossed his legs, leaning on the hilt, blood drops drying on his lips.

Young Hawksly gave himself a few slaps on the cheek in his attempts to stay awake, glancing at Katla and Lyre, though his look resembled gaze into the void.