Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151017130502/@comment-5543592-20151022213709

Scire looked awful. His face was a bruised mess. Dried blood streaked down from his nose to his upper lip, matting his face, and his nose was broken. Across the bridge, in a horizontal line, was a perfect break, almost perfectly seperating the top and bottom half- one went left, the other right. His chitin and cloth armor had torn in places, revealing a lean but battered body underneath. Obviously, getting thrown into a tree and then falling down it, hitting almost every branch along the way, did you no favors.

Shockingly, he stirred as Hawke touched him, and he slapped lazily at her hand.

"Geh'heh'fuck away." He murmured incoherently, before coughing and causing blood to dribble out of his mouth and down his bottom lip.