Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-30014014-20200419184744

The man fiercely clenches the hilt of his mace at the sudden spin, seeking out any point of attack. His eyes line up, following the encircling entity. His stare becomes glaring, waiting "...fear not the black hill where it surrounds you, for his hand shall shelter thee".

A small glimmer in his eyes begins to shine, dimly, only enough for the most astute to spot. A faint, gray color mixed with yellow washes over his brown irises, the same, happening to his mace. A subtle enchantment he was applying...or would have, if not for the creature swooping away to itw brigade.

The shine dies out as he follows the creature, only to then spot the woman on the creature's back. Questions. But, later. Feeling himself at danger in idle step, the man begins sprinting, running straight alongside the blood trail.