Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160324135356

Aelwin kept his eyes shut, holding both hands above his eyelids, as blood kept dribbling down his face, mixing with the pus that left a vertical trail below the temple. He stopped sobbing for a second and removed his hands off his face. The look of fear soon changed to that of disgust; not the most pleasant of sights, as young Hawksly was soaked in blood and black pus. He slowly yet somewhat steadily straightened, still shaking, as his lower lip kept shuddering with more intensity.

"S-shit-ting b-blood, r-right...", he whispered loud enough for the disrespectful elf to hear, before he raised his voice gradually, "Sh-hiting-g b-blood, y-you s-say?! L-like you-u ever h-had a s-state l-like mine!", his voice soon grew into a hysterical scream, as he turned his body towards Brolin, pointing his shivering index finger at him, a stain of pus mixed with blood where his nail used to be. "W-wind up w-with t-this shit, and y-you'll be d-dead b-by sundown! R-regardless-s of h-how s-strong y-you t-think you are!", Aelwin screamed, sobbing and coughing blood on the dirt in Brolin's direction, as the tears on his face began to dry, "W-we'll s-see h-how you'll-l bitch a-about that, w-when you will-l s-shit more b-blood t-than you thin-nk your b-body has!", he sounded and looked just like the girl that visited him by the shack.

Reckless, he made an inhuman sound in his throat, spit some more blood and wiped the disgusting fluids from his face. "W-wondering-g w-why you all haven't-t t-thrown up y-yet...", he whispered, briefly glancing at Brolin and Katla.