Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160428140640

"H-him..." Aelwin raised his shaking hand to point at the companion's illusion.

The latter made a few steps towards the sickly Hawksly, as a single stream of crimson blood ran down his cheek. He sighed.

"You don't remember me..." he responded, his voice somewhat shaky. He then raised his hands to reveal the gangrenes on the tips of his fingers.

Aelwin rubbed his left eye, as the figure kept advancing slowly, staring at his hands, before he raised his eyes back at the Breton. Hawksly made several steps back.

"We did not survive." the hooded lad whispered, as Aelwin started sobbing, "We didn't..."

The figure paused, indifferent, before he reached out to a flower in his pocket. Blood drops fell on the white petals. The lad exhaled loudly, growling, as more blood worked its way down his face. He then appeared right in front of Aelwin in a blink of an eye and grabbed his face, trying to squeeze it. All that the choking Hawksly could see was the monstrous face, tainted by decay, and blank white eyes. He then rolled his own, falling flat on his back, a fountain of blood bursting from his mouth. Heavily breathing and screaming, his face smeared, Aelwin curled into the pose of an embryo.

"H-h-h... h-him..." Hawksly uttered once more, crying hysterically and shaking as he tried to point at the figure in vain. The vision was no more.