Rot Incarnate
There will be a day where I no longer bleed light.
((OOC: Filler on Vlad ig-))
Vladimor sat in his cell once more, in incredible pain, but incredibly aggressive. He banged on the walls of his cell, screaming in hollering, making sure he was heard even through he thick metal door, and nearly soundproof walls. The nearly was that his voice exerted the ''proof". Soon, his throat was raw, and his knuckles bloody and he nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Now on the floor, his breathing was heavy, but above it he could hear faint whispers. "Lord Vladimor, Lord Vladimor!" They call. None from his childhood, these sound different. "Our king are you alright?!" His lines blurred between reality and his dreams, and he found to be understanding. "What..." His hisses in pain, "What!?" Or perhaps not. This goes on for a while, the poor noble delusional and confused babbles nonsense in the dark, in pain, lost.