Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190620021643/@comment-29194274-20190620224926

By the windmill, someone looking like a prince-y guy with a red crow mask is yeeted out of a portal. He looks ready to die. Literally. He's clearly severely injured and ends up leaning against the windmill as he snarls.

"This wasn't supposed to happen! Where the hell did I end up, I was going to finish the fight!" He kicks a small rock, and gasps in pain, sliding down against the windmill as he holds his left arm. He turns his head to the sky, eyes closed as he thinks. He's clearly taking light breaths, and gasping like he did was not helpful.

As he thinks, he does not notice the blue butterfly that kind of hovers near him, almost watching him, before it slowly flutters away.