Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131102185750/@comment-24075243-20131104221405

Draxx sets his things down a small distance away from the campfire with his back facing it. Taking off his coat and buries it in the snow he plants his hands in the snow as well. Its cold was welcome on his burnt hands, but hurt at the same time. He takes out a small jar of ointment and applies it to his hands. Feels better already. He puts on one glove and lets his Flame get charged up only so slightly to generate heat. He uncovers his coat which now was slightly wet from the snow and lets his hand gently travel across it to dry it, but also get rid of any filth that was still left on it from their battle. The thick black leather had been tempered in fire. He shudders slightly as a gust of wind blows upon him, his black clothes shimmers, mirroring the dancing flames light from the campfire. When he is finished with the coat he proceeds to neatly fold it as he sits down on his sleep roll. He takes off his glove and sets it next to its brother ontop of the coat. He lets out a long-drawn sigh and takes off his hat. Placing it next to the rest of his attire. He then loosens the clasps on his mask allowing him to pull it down below his chin. He breathes deeply. The stench is still not quite gone, but its not as bad now. Staring into the dark he can hear a wolf howling somewhere in the distance. Looking down on his scarred hand he raises it to massage his temple, the intense battle had taken its toll on him. Letting his hand wander down to scratch his stub bearded face, his scars were almost mocking him, reminding him of his harsh upbringing. He glances over his shoulder at Corana.