Back. More or less.
Sprawled in a heap of broken bones and bruised body, out by the cliffs is a body, face down and awkwardly sprawled on the ground. A trail of blood-stained sand shows where he tried to claw his way to the grass but didn’t quite make it before succumbing to - well, it’d be hard to say what pushed him into unconsciousness, considering he hardly looks like a cohesive being anymore what with the various degrees of damaged.
Though his head is slightly turned so he can breathe - as well as he can, since by the sound of the short breaths he is taking there’s more than a few broken ribs there - it’s probably hard to recognize him due to the battering his face has taken. And really, all of him - everywhere there’s skin visible, there are bruises, some black and recent, some faded to a blueish tinge. White bone has torn through the skin of his upper arm just below an unnaturally twisted - dislocated, almost certainly - shoulder and the less obvious slightly depressed places in his skull, probably mostly hidden by the mat of blood-soaked black hair. And that’s really just the beginning of it! Not noting the torn up hands from futile attempts to ward off attacks, at least a couple fingers bending the wrong way. Not noting the heat baking off him in waves or the grayish pallor to his skin, both clearly indicators of something else very wrong.
Tyelkormo is back, more or less - though limp and unmoving as he is, it might be hard to see that he’s not, in fact, dead yet. Though he’s certainly heading that way! Morgoth is hard on his toys.
And we won’t even get to the crazy until later!
Though his head is slightly turned so he can breathe - as well as he can, since by the sound of the short breaths he is taking there’s more than a few broken ribs there - it’s probably hard to recognize him due to the battering his face has taken. And really, all of him - everywhere there’s skin visible, there are bruises, some black and recent, some faded to a blueish tinge. White bone has torn through the skin of his upper arm just below an unnaturally twisted - dislocated, almost certainly - shoulder and the less obvious slightly depressed places in his skull, probably mostly hidden by the mat of blood-soaked black hair. And that’s really just the beginning of it! Not noting the torn up hands from futile attempts to ward off attacks, at least a couple fingers bending the wrong way. Not noting the heat baking off him in waves or the grayish pallor to his skin, both clearly indicators of something else very wrong.
Tyelkormo is back, more or less - though limp and unmoving as he is, it might be hard to see that he’s not, in fact, dead yet. Though he’s certainly heading that way! Morgoth is hard on his toys.
And we won’t even get to the crazy until later!