SHINING WORLD ; a panfandom tropical roleplay

[Staggering about on the shifting sands, a man, who appears almost drunkenly disoriented, is currently trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was a tall, heavily built man due to the years of constant combat and lugging around a giant metal cross. Said cross was lazily draped across both of his shoulder blades, while it appeared to be grouesomely heavy, he was carrying it ease, only using one hand for now.

Taking his time crossing the beach, his head is craning about, drinking in his new environment. It's all too foreign to him, a large body of water that lapped against the warm sand, heat that was noticeable, but not intolerable, and lush greengage the likes of which he's never seen before...could this be Eden? Whatever he's done in his life to deserve entrance into Heaven, Wolfwood won't second guess the Lord's judgement.

Stopping in front of a large palm tree, the man removes the gargantuan cross from his shoulders, driving it into the sand on the upright position. Carefully, the man patted at his chest, blindly searching for his pack of cigarettes while also doubel checking to see if everything was, indeed, in one piece. Sprawling his fingers out against his chest, Wolfwood didn't even feel a dried, crusty sensation that should have been  left behind from his blood. As his fingertips brushed against his carton, the priest furrowed his eyebrows for a moment as he tried desperately to make sense of the situation. One thing was for sure...he was somehow very much alive.

Placing the smoke onto his lips, Wolfwood snapped open his lighter, but lingered on lighting it for a moment. Damn it...all of this was too much to take in, as soon as he finished this small and only form of comfort, he was going to get to the bottom of this. Producing a flame with a flick of his wrist, Wolfwood speedily brought the lighter to the cigarette's end tip, lighting it up, and taking a much needed drag.]