Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-5426290-20160823085056

Like a caterpillar Percival creeped in his blankets to the back of the caravan. Peering outside at the next destination with sleepy slits for eyes before the sun would once again scald the face of the earth. (For a vampire, that is) He mumbled something inaudible before slumping against a wall of the cart, fighting a severe battle to stay awake. There was a lingering irritance over the thought that The Great War had not yet happened or could possibly already be going on right then. Though there was also eagerness about what kind of other humans there were apart from the Enlightened and simple marauders.

Behind them both Dunnal was snoring like a bear, each snore equally ferociously loud and unmannered. It seemed that when a mercenary actually sleeps, they mostly hibernate till the next line of sleepless nights on duty.

In the Danuki's cart Clair was like a rose. Her hair was a jumbled mess, her body half hidden by the clump of robe that was supposed to keep her warm, yet her face was still with a small smile on it like that of an elegant princess. No spider to attack her, no vampire man to wrestle control of the bed from her, not even an enlightened with too little sense for personal space. It was a marvellous time how she could rest without disturbance.