Č•R•Ë•Ä•T•Ü•R•Ë of the D•Ë•P•T•H•Š

[deepwallow]

Vixen yanks him over and begins to apply some sort of liquid to the wounds on his arms and face, dabbing and drying at it with a rag. It stung like crazy, but the witch simply hummed as she applied the liquid. "Take off your shirt, so I can find all your hurt." She ordered. The rat man seemed bored and impatient, tapping his claw foot on the ground sometimes in an impatient rhythm before stopping and then starting again

[CrimsonMoon]

He blinks and slides of his tattered shirt, he was covered in angry purple bruises and several cuts that looked like knife wounds...