[ This man has not fallen into the fountain, but he is still sopping wet, his black hair in dripping tendrils across his face. The black armor he wears is slick with the rain water, with mud and and blood too dark to really make out against the dark leather. It was raining on the battlefield last night (moment's before) and he is... not amused. He pauses briefly, to use the edge of his sodden cloak to wipe off his face, what little good it does him. He flexes a gloved fist, and then he turns to regard his surroundings.
A portal. Who would have the power for such a portal? A Spider could weave it, could pry it open with the fire of a Crocodile's heart. A Rat could scurry through it, but never spirit him through one so easily. A Dog would not betray him so. He cannot be here. Cannot waste time, cannot be diverted. There are men to lead and men to kill.
He pushes his hair back off of his brow, smiling at a passerby. It's a friendly enough expression, there's something about the set of his lips, a cagey little smile as if he knows a joke and he is not telling. But still, there's something edging its way in, a tenseness around the edge of his mouth and eyes; there if you're sharp enough to see it, but how many of you can claim to know him that well?
He's an interesting sight. Dripping wet, heavily armored, smiling lazily. And he's coming to approach you. He has questions that need to be answered. ]
[[ooc; I'm weak. Also trapped in class and bored. Halp me.]]
A portal. Who would have the power for such a portal? A Spider could weave it, could pry it open with the fire of a Crocodile's heart. A Rat could scurry through it, but never spirit him through one so easily. A Dog would not betray him so. He cannot be here. Cannot waste time, cannot be diverted. There are men to lead and men to kill.
He pushes his hair back off of his brow, smiling at a passerby. It's a friendly enough expression, there's something about the set of his lips, a cagey little smile as if he knows a joke and he is not telling. But still, there's something edging its way in, a tenseness around the edge of his mouth and eyes; there if you're sharp enough to see it, but how many of you can claim to know him that well?
He's an interesting sight. Dripping wet, heavily armored, smiling lazily. And he's coming to approach you. He has questions that need to be answered. ]
[[ooc; I'm weak. Also trapped in class and bored. Halp me.]]
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