(Please move to Lamenolai once done)
"Ugh...damn."
The fallen Seraph staggered up over the hill, clutching his wounded shoulder. He had wrapped it crudely with bandages, which had stopped the bleeding for now, but the pain was still unrelenting. It drained his strength with every step he took. He knew that if he didn't do something about it soon, he would become too weak to go on, and then get caught and killed by the ones pursuing him. Shelter...where was shelter?