Sea Lion Shores take all the courage you have left

With a white canvas like his, every little cut and bite - big and small, bled through the pale man's cape. Staining him in red blotches from every angle that the young man had manged to land on him. Mainly focused around his snout and chest, rips and tears leaked through and stained the trail all the way down. He was angry and frustrated with the boy for charging at him on neutral lands, but even as the boy twisted and turned with the attempts to release the grip they had on one another; Rosencrantz let go with the belief that he would leave him the fuck alone now. 

With a snort he watched as the boy fled, and the moment that the paladin was alone again, he shot a glare over to the island once more. Nothing but a nuissance the island had become, even to this day. With a disgusted look in his eye, Rosencrantz walked back to where the plateau waited for him, back to Rusalka, away from that cursed island.