Just another day

Ashmedai staggered, wounded and satisfied, through the orchard, humming lightly as he went along. The blood had become gel-like, but still flowed in some places and it hurt like hell, but it had been fun. A lopsided, toothy smile took hold of his maw. He just needed to get some alcohol in him to numb the pain then he could meander around till he found a healer like always.

Being spring, there were less fruits to get drunk off of. And honestly, he didn't have much time due to the oozing of the deep x-shaped cuts on his chest. Not that he was complaining. He just hoped it looked cool when they scarred over. Ashmedai rolled a few fruits with his paw as he hummed along. None of these were fermented. Damn you, spring!