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Tenchi-Roku
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The battle arose to be a loss to the Imperials, and Roan had barely escaped capture by the grit of his teeth. His horse, Forest, carried him unharmed as while he was wounded gravely. Three arrows to his right shoulder and a mortally wounding gash to his left side. It was normal to assume he was not going to make it without help... but he persisted to move on. The cold air of the great mountains were beginning to thin out his blood, if the lack of healing did not strike him, then the bitter cold would. That or its foul creatures lurking close to the shadowing winds of Skyrim.
Roan gripped the rails of his horse with his right hand, while his left lay limb; uses from the arrows lodged in his shoulder. Streams of his thick crimson blood leaked down his armor, leaving small droplets against the ground. He began slumping over as his vision began to blur, his eyes felt heavy Soon his horse began to approach the road as his body began to give. Roan released his grip and fell off his horse, landing in a pit of snow.
His breath picked up the pace as he started to drag himself along, blood laying in the snow. As he stopped he could hear the sound of trotting hooves, hopefully other horses for a farmer. Before he could know, he finally passed out in the cold. His horse curled around him to shield him of the snow. It was a cold way to give in to fate, but the Gods would decide of him now... Hopefully, someone would notice him, by morning.. or at least before something else does..
Roan gripped the rails of his horse with his right hand, while his left lay limb; uses from the arrows lodged in his shoulder. Streams of his thick crimson blood leaked down his armor, leaving small droplets against the ground. He began slumping over as his vision began to blur, his eyes felt heavy Soon his horse began to approach the road as his body began to give. Roan released his grip and fell off his horse, landing in a pit of snow.
His breath picked up the pace as he started to drag himself along, blood laying in the snow. As he stopped he could hear the sound of trotting hooves, hopefully other horses for a farmer. Before he could know, he finally passed out in the cold. His horse curled around him to shield him of the snow. It was a cold way to give in to fate, but the Gods would decide of him now... Hopefully, someone would notice him, by morning.. or at least before something else does..