Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150428005035/@comment-5543592-20150430230109

Dacian cried out in pain, but made no move to defend himself despite the fact that he was in an utter, bowel-rendering (figuratively) terror. The last time he'd died in this manner, he'd spent an eternity away.

But this hurt plenty enough. His hand slipped from her's and his body went slack. The blood flow was held back by the blade as of now, but he knew the second she pulled it free he was a goner. He reached his hand up to touch her face, as if trying to savor her, despite the fact she had just run him through.

"Kay..." He gurgled: blood had started to pool into his stomach, which was thrown up into his esphogus, border-line asphixating him.