Firefly Glen Follow the Signs

@Hydra please!! Give me that lovely lady. Also @Monty if you want him tacking Rosen after our thread! Just so you know where this boy goes

Dripping, oozing, Rosencrantz took a detour he knew of after his time of being lost from Rusalka. As much as the paladin desired to go straight back to Rusalka and get his wounds looked over, he couldn't risk bringing the cannibal straight to their doorstep without any evasive meneuvers at all. Keeping to the rivers to wash out his scent, the cold water would was away the old blood just for new to come oozing out again - the wounds were deep and only time would tell what would come of it, how much of himself had been torn away from the encounter. 

Already he could feel the cold where it did not belong on his face, once covered by lip and flesh, he could swear it was exposed, every tooth on that same acursed side of his. It was either blood or saliva that seeped from between his teeth but something was wet on his chin and he could not stop the spill from moistening his face further. He had yet to taken the chance to check his reflection, focused on weaving a trail as impossible as he could to weave so that the cannibal would be left in a confusing trail - what kind of monster was left behind in the wake of that beast? What was left as a man for Rosencrantz to be?

A shell of a man wandered the glen, the budding leaves on the trees indicated the frost had passed and soon they would all be plagued by the heat of summer. A ghoul, barely alive or dead bathed in the liquid light of the full faced moon above. Of all times now he wished for the bitter, numbing, sensation of frost kissing his exposed flesh to keep the pain from radiating from every missing part of him.