Spain [024] ☼ Noctaerium
Who: Spain and Hungary
Where: Random shadowy hallway, Noctaerium castle
Style: First, if you please, my dear? :D;;
Status: Closed for now, sorry!
[Falling was an unpleasant feeling, falling into the dark even more so. He lands on his back, breath knocked out of him and wincing--but unhurt.
So taking a breath, and adjusting one of the bull horns on his head, he sits up, looking around.]
Where am I...?
[It's a quiet thought, as if to himself.]
Huh. It's really dark here.
[He shrugs. No response. Well, that was probably good. The walls weren't talking.
And he stood and began to walk, not particularly looking where he was going, but grateful he had thought to bring the sword at his side...even if a bull with a sword was an odd concept indeed.]
Where: Random shadowy hallway, Noctaerium castle
Style: First, if you please, my dear? :D;;
Status: Closed for now, sorry!
[Falling was an unpleasant feeling, falling into the dark even more so. He lands on his back, breath knocked out of him and wincing--but unhurt.
So taking a breath, and adjusting one of the bull horns on his head, he sits up, looking around.]
Where am I...?
[It's a quiet thought, as if to himself.]
Huh. It's really dark here.
[He shrugs. No response. Well, that was probably good. The walls weren't talking.
And he stood and began to walk, not particularly looking where he was going, but grateful he had thought to bring the sword at his side...even if a bull with a sword was an odd concept indeed.]