Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160415014255

Aelwin raised his head, raindrops mixing with his blood as it washed the Breton's face. Below the ripped eyelid was a scar that led down to his cheekbones, tears rolling inside the wound and out of it, invisible in the rain.

Unable to close his eye, Aelwin took the rag that was wrapped around his neck and tightened it around the eye and the scar below. He moaned silently, as a black stain slowly appeared on the rag.

He filled his hands with water to wash his face and wipe the intact eye, which still had no iris, pitch black pupil looking jagged and sickly. It shrank the moment he glanced at Abello.

"I.. f-feel somet-thing s-strange..."