Carnate you can't escape Running is fruitless why remain when there's nothing left to cling to? Whispers bled out into the silent room from the fireplace, the room painted with a dim orange hue from the fire that reached out dangerously. A man in armor opened the door, a low creek echoing as he languidly stepped in and moved unhurriedly toward the whispers. Outstretching his hands, they both began a scarlet red, shimmering more the closer he stepped. "Futile..." The whispers grew louder at his approach but his patience had already worn thin. "COWARD...-"

"Cease." he commanded, the fire instantly going back to its normal behavior, no spells attached. His small conspiratorial smile faded once the room had silenced once more. Left alone and battered he stood there motionlessly for a lengthy minute. He hated to admit..he couldn't keep doing this. He took a few steps back and fell onto a couch he knew was there, breathing a long sigh. "The second time this week..." He murmured as he felt his body sink into the cushions comfortingly. His soreness came to light then and there. He couldn't move. Not even to wipe the sweat or rushing blood from his face.

His eyes closed and his quick heavy breaths began to slow...soon enough the armored man drifted off into a deep sleep.

He wakes up to a little intruder the next day but by that point I was brainstorming myself to sleep. ,:7

nah- I just like to write. ^^