Barrow Fields I only act like I don’t care

Alyssa rolled a 13 in their last go! Daegon wins!

Although the last attack didn't feel as bad as the others, the previous wounds that split his skin were enough to have him feeling pretty fatigued - or rather, pleased. He was satisfied. Bloodied, bruised, and a taste for blood satisfied the beast within. With a tired sigh, he backed off, a wobble in his step only for rubies to shine up at the previous foe, pleasure painting his hues as he grins. I got what I desired. We are done. 

With that he was off, off to find a place within Rusalka borders to rest and let his body recover just enough for the fatigue to pass. He wouldn't lick his wounds long. There was excitement a foot after all. Once the blood would clot, he would off again to the next adventure. Thank you. Softly he spoke over his shoulder as they parted, the baritones rolling the words as softly as his deep vocals could. 

He truly was thankful. Moments like these he truly felt alive.