[ a man lays curled on his side further into the cave, his grand white coat a mess of smudged greens, greys and reds. he's finally gotten to sleep, looks like, but painfully so— the injury sustained to his leg does not make his general situation look kind.
he's cold, whimpering in his superficial slumber whilst coiling into himself and the dankness surrounding them. the floor was terribly hard. he hasn't found anything to make a fire with. a young man, he was, his face shaven only a few days prior. the shape may be familiar . . .
yEA!!!
he's cold, whimpering in his superficial slumber whilst coiling into himself and the dankness surrounding them. the floor was terribly hard. he hasn't found anything to make a fire with. a young man, he was, his face shaven only a few days prior. the shape may be familiar . . .