Dragoncrest Cliffs Close your eyes and sleep,

mahler was brutally satisfied by the breaking sound that emerged from beneath his jaws. against the spurt of red, whining, screaming. he watched as the man backed away, begging a retreat with a new submission to his bearing. "leave," mahler spat, blood leaking between his teeth, over the side of his cut lip.
lavender eyes cut then toward the man who had aided him, and for the first time mahler saw truly how rawboned and young the shadow was, a boy about the age of stag. "scheiße," he muttered, steps unsteady as he closed the small distance to stand nearer the fellow.
assuming his former assailant had turned and run off, the shadowpriest winced, groaning. a great wound, one that demanded healing, but moreover he worried for the stranger. "can you hear me?"