Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-26517142-20160920040045

"YOU THERE."

Praetor stops for a second. The Arachne Anansin stares at him and the fallen Ani on his arms from her cavern. "I gave you that youngling for a price. A price too heavy for any Mamono to bear. And see how much that TinMan has cared for you and your wive's sake. Take fair warning. The child will not be blessed by the heavens..... he is born from the pangs of regret..."

Anansin backs away into the shadows...

... "Once I depart, that child will be your child... he will be born in your wife's womb. Your mana will be key to its creation. Farewell."

..her clicking dies with her...

Ani: P-Praetor.......

Slowly, the orb floats above him - and like a streak of light..... flies to Whitemarch..... to its mother....