Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170510014710/@comment-31749612-20170512002345

''Whiskey took a step forward, blood still leaking from his shoulder. He then looked at his shoulder, before looking back at the deer.''

''Whiskey: "It likes blood..." He is then hit with a fearful expression as he looked at his bloody hands and the deer creature. "So I'm probably it's primary target..." He thought, sounding terrified.''

By now, he couldn't find his Lance, so the only other weapon his had was a...

''Bottle. Which he took out and gripped firmly.''