[@Narcotic Dollie][@Sarcelle Renard][@AceOfFlames01]

The strong scent hit Carson first. He awoke ever-so-slowly, a slight groan expelling his lips as he awoke. A pounding headache drumming on his skull. Where was he? Carson did not know. He was in some sort of forest. This had happened every night now, he'd wake up in the barracks or the castle courtyards, and he no idea why. Never had he turned up here, or in any forest for that matter.

Carson's cheek was sore and, unbeknownst to him, coloured a pale pink. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. His vision clearing from their blurry, half-asleep state. The air around him was cold, bitterly so. The cold nipped at his side and the icy ground cooled his skin to a less than pleasant temperature. He swore he would have froze if it wasn't for the blazing fire beside him, the flames twisting and licking the cool air.

Carson then recalled each night when this had happened, one key feature he had not taken account of as of yet. He was in the nude. [i]No no no no no! [/i] he tought to himself. It was one thing to be naked in an enclosed area but the forest? Particularly one unrecognizable? Anyone could see him. He looked down to see a black coat, one that would be worn by a female, covering him around the waist and partway down his legs. 

His ears adjusted and he could hear voices chattering, he looked up to see a woman sitting near him.

[color=sienna]"Hello?"[/color] he muttered in her direction. He then looked around him to see a man carrying a bloodied angel, an angel he recognised. [color=sienna]"Princess!"[/color] he called in alarm. He jumped to his feet, careful to keep the coat around his waist, and ran to her.