Verdant Basin journey's end

shhh it's perfectly ok uvu/ sorry for taking so long!!

Well. Blunt, isn't he? The browbones beneath that ruined face spark upward, and Karma's ears flutter, a brief thread of exhaustion summoning up besides that old veteran's exictement of storytime storytime storytime. Like an old, old machine, he shuffles and shifts to balance the weight of his heavy bones, a huskty dragon's breath filtering through white teeth under ruined lips. He could only wish for scars as nice and tidy as this one's.

Mistake in battle. He let the words crawl out like cigar smoke, the remaining golden eye sliding over black face to the verdant grass surrounding, blinded by pale sun. Squinting, his torn mouth pulled in a frown, the memory lighting some phantom tendons long ripped out with memories of pain. Fighting two isn't easy, but I managed, until one of them caught my neck and the other bit into my face. It's not without his own inflection - he's no storyteller, but he's not a robot! - and he sends a small, caustic glance to the filmy eye on the other male's face, phantom socket narrowing with still-there lids.

You have a story too, I assume? What made a man not want to blind entirely? A petty claw to the face did much less than the possible blood loss of an entire gelatinous marble simple torn out.