Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160427143758

Aelwin felt nervous the very moment Jericho passed by; he was unsure if his mind was playing tricks or he indeed felt a faint scent of death. Perhaps it wasn't even the Redguard, but Hawksly himself. He looked at his bloody palms, his vision sharper than it was, exhaled slowly, and realised that his breath wasn't as shaking as it used to be whenever he caught a glimpse of blood or rotting flesh. However, he was still afraid. Perhaps even more so than before.

As eerie sounds pierced through his ears like a sharp blade, causing him to stagger for a brief moment, he raised his head to see Glorfindel. Resting his hand on the hilt of his blade, he limped closer and cleared his throat.

"H-hey..." Hawksly called out to the elf, quick to wipe the blood running down his lips, "T-thanks-s, m-man. Y-y'know... f-for c-calming J-Jericho..."

He then glanced at the Redguard as he whispered:

"I-it f-felt... a-as if h-he w-was a-about t-to..." Aelwin made a somewhat loud noise in his throat as he swallowed the blood, "S-sink h-his t-teeth i-int-to me-e..."

He then looked at his pinky finger. There was not a single chance that the nail wouldn't slide off, so he wrapped his right hand in a rag, the last one he found in his sack, and clenched his teeth as he slowly pulled out the nail, trying not to shout or cry out loud. The tears, however, made their way down his cheeks, blackish.

Aelwin then quickly took off the rag, bit off some of it to wrap around the bleeding nail. Uttering a somewhat loud moan due to the pain, he was quick to muffle.

Hawksly then threw away the nail without looking at it. Tears still kept rolling down.

Strange things happen to us...