03 ~ Ruffled Feathers
[Ashura was well aware that others in the castle had been having nosebleeds, and while he had known he could become a victim, he admitted it had not been something he actually thought might happen.
So of course it did. And at the moment he bore more resembled to a puffed up bird than anything as he walked down the halls, his head titled far back so as to make walking not only difficult but ridiculous to look at. His face from nose to chin was bloodied - both fresh and dried, his robes smattered (a bad day to have worn mainly white), and one hand is cupped to his nose in an attempt to stop more blood from dripping and only partially succeeding. His free hand was running over the wall in an attempt to direct himself, but it wasn't really working, so it turned into an awkward, blind man's fumbling.
It did not help he didn't know the castle all that well still, and he was leaning heavily on the wall, rapidly approaching a gap where the stairs were....]
{ooc: someone help him before he hurts himself~?}
So of course it did. And at the moment he bore more resembled to a puffed up bird than anything as he walked down the halls, his head titled far back so as to make walking not only difficult but ridiculous to look at. His face from nose to chin was bloodied - both fresh and dried, his robes smattered (a bad day to have worn mainly white), and one hand is cupped to his nose in an attempt to stop more blood from dripping and only partially succeeding. His free hand was running over the wall in an attempt to direct himself, but it wasn't really working, so it turned into an awkward, blind man's fumbling.
It did not help he didn't know the castle all that well still, and he was leaning heavily on the wall, rapidly approaching a gap where the stairs were....]
{ooc: someone help him before he hurts himself~?}