Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190925195201/@comment-5543592-20190925211402

Scaldor emerged out from the bushes as he had sprouted from the earth itself. Dired blood caked the part of his cheek he had cut off, as well as his jaw and neck. Flies bit at it and he ignored them.

He started off at a walk in the direction he'd seen the carts go.