Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140611170629/@comment-5735114-20140612202946

(I was planning on writing a dream, but in all honesty I probably wouldn't get it done soon due to the Destiny beta this weekend (:DDD), and duty calls.)

Tyranil was sleeping a dreamless sleep as his scythe, which he had forgotten to dissipate, slowly reverted back to its traditional black color. As he began falling into a peaceful sleep, Mikasa's voice dragged him back into reality. Whether consciously or not, she had sent him a mental message and he had been out of the battlefield long enough.

Getting up slowly, Tyranil grabbed his scythe off the floor and surrounded himself in black smoke, shortly appearing in the center of Kragenmoor, glancing around at all the dead Imperials. Supressing his emotion, he began to search for Mikasa.