This is a roleplay between me and the people I invite, so yay.
There may be some violence, blood, etc, etc.
If you don't like gore, violence nor blood, I suggest you don't read this post.
Binkie
Well, that sucked.
He didn't know Tigato could get that angry, but he did get immensley angry, and now, he had a rather large slash running down his face, or should he say, a trio of slashes. All running from his left temple to the left side of his jawbone, and they were bleeding badly. He had 3 deep puncture marks on the right of his waist, he was fairly lucky they missed his vital organs. He had a bad limp on his right side, his shinbone was showing through his flesh, from one thick gash, and blood blossomed around the wound from his jeans. Blood blossomed at his right shoulder, his left hand gripping it. dragging his mangled leg behind him.
The boy's black and cayan hair was mottled with blood. The wounds were worse in his Garagnir form. and plus, if he turned into his Garagnir form now, he would most probably die. But, hey, everyone had to die sometime. As he walked, blood dripped off his form, off his face, onto his shoulder and then onto the floor. Blood seeping from his mangled leg, streaking across the floor. The blood that seeped from his puncture wounds dripped onto the floor gently. Oh...this hurt so bad....
He heard the monks of Nu'san Temple offered shelter. Hopefully, they would offer a bit of first aid too. He thumped lightly on the large, wooden doors, as loud as he could, and he felt them slowly open infront of him, and he slowly staggred in. Still streaking blood. he eventually fell to the floor. His boots red with blood, his trenchcoat dyed from its usual black, to a darkened red on his waist and shoulder. As he his the floor, he let off a short moan of pain, eventually fainting.
There may be some violence, blood, etc, etc.
If you don't like gore, violence nor blood, I suggest you don't read this post.
Binkie
Well, that sucked.
He didn't know Tigato could get that angry, but he did get immensley angry, and now, he had a rather large slash running down his face, or should he say, a trio of slashes. All running from his left temple to the left side of his jawbone, and they were bleeding badly. He had 3 deep puncture marks on the right of his waist, he was fairly lucky they missed his vital organs. He had a bad limp on his right side, his shinbone was showing through his flesh, from one thick gash, and blood blossomed around the wound from his jeans. Blood blossomed at his right shoulder, his left hand gripping it. dragging his mangled leg behind him.
The boy's black and cayan hair was mottled with blood. The wounds were worse in his Garagnir form. and plus, if he turned into his Garagnir form now, he would most probably die. But, hey, everyone had to die sometime. As he walked, blood dripped off his form, off his face, onto his shoulder and then onto the floor. Blood seeping from his mangled leg, streaking across the floor. The blood that seeped from his puncture wounds dripped onto the floor gently. Oh...this hurt so bad....
He heard the monks of Nu'san Temple offered shelter. Hopefully, they would offer a bit of first aid too. He thumped lightly on the large, wooden doors, as loud as he could, and he felt them slowly open infront of him, and he slowly staggred in. Still streaking blood. he eventually fell to the floor. His boots red with blood, his trenchcoat dyed from its usual black, to a darkened red on his waist and shoulder. As he his the floor, he let off a short moan of pain, eventually fainting.