The Heartwood there was once a smile on this face

Should we close our previous thread???

 

Heh, liar. Even the ripped-up side had a slight twist upward as the macabre paladin grinned. Leaking out of the torn side was clear liquid, lightly stained pick from the still-fresh wounds. He had yet to master keeping that side dry just yet, something that might come in due time. 

A lady slayer if I ever saw one. The lightness of the conversation was breathtaking, after what felt like weeks - which was only maybe a day or so since the attack - of nothing but pain, rejection, and hostility, it was nice. Some time to breathe, to clear his head, to think.

With a sigh, even if the two had only met once, he didn't wish anything ill to happen to the few wolves he had kept in good contact with. There's a cannibal lurking in the wilds, he ate my face and ear. He began the bag news, waiting on a reaction or desire to hear more or less before continuing.