ThePatriotArtist's Literatures
Mild Violence
Waking up on a rough and stone ground, Nimdirs eyes snapped open. Sitting up, and looking around quickly. "Where the hell-" The General looked at where he passed out, seeing a black street with a yellow line, and him on some sort of stone. Nimdir was fully intact luckily, though there was a weird cat not too far from him. Said "cat" was wearing clothes, normal sized human, and not on 4 legs. The Elf could only sigh in frustration. He should not have drank. [Theres zero context besides this,]