[Darkling]

Grimancing in pain at the impaled weapon, feeling its cold blade bary itself deep within his back. A void where his memory was not even a name coming forth from the shadows, thought depsite this the sword seemed familiar on some intsinctual level of his shattered mind though even that was uncertain right now. Biting back the pain with a disgruntled moan, streching his arm behind his back feeling it bend awkwardly to grip the hilt of the blade. Wrenching at it with what little strength was left right now, the sword sliding out slowly inch by inch, slipping his hand down to the blooded blade keeping a slippery fickle grip on it.

Relief flodding over his body mixed with the weak flooding sensation of flowing liquid spill across his back, soaking deeply into cloth and grass alike, Rolling over with effort. Looking around to other likewise inderviduals with various implaments of death in them. Brushing back some more of the blood stained white hair, looking deeply at the rough handed skin of his hands, his mind ablaze with thoughts.
"Who am I?, where am I?, Whats going on?"
Reality coming back into focus as a wave of ailing despair at the thoughts of the bleeding wound, gripping at the sleeve of his top to rip it clean of to reveal gangly looking arms. Briskly and tightly wrapping its length around his chest followed by a knot.