Oct 4, 2020
HE DOESNâT FEEL LIKE MUCH OF A FIGHTER ANYMORE. Maybe once, years before, he would have considered himself more of a WARRIOR MAGE than a scholar, but in the time heâd spent CURSED to wander in the shape of a horse, rarely had Matthias been in a position where DEFENDING HIMSELF HAD BEEN NEEDED. In other words-- the man was RUSTY, extremely so.
(And MOUTHY. Too much for his own good.)
Chest heaving, white blouse soaked with blood, heâs managed to prop himself up against a bit of rubble, a hand over his stomach, the other limp against the ground. âI-- Iâm so SORRY, Cassandra-- I should-- sh-should have been MORE CAREFUL--â | @gloryreignâ
