Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181222071359

"Anything..."

''A whisper in the storm. A whisper form the dying man, weeping ritualistic tears of the departing.''

"Anything...for another day".

"Anything? Then I ask for but one sacrifice..."

"Name...it..."

''His hand burns with the twitching behavior of the natural current.Violet lightning bounces across his arm, eagerly awaiting to be used. The beast breaking his face stops, galvanized by the mere proximity of the bolt circulating in the young man's hand.''

The man in the wall leans close--

"Please, stop...I know what I did..." Prad holds his hand around his head, refusing to see, even more to remember. But the dream continues, as an incomplete dream would remain etched in his head, a loop forever to be played, taking space in his cognitive slots. It plays...

''The man in the wall leans closes, two words. The words that would seal the two from now on, bound to a contract by the act. An act Prad had hope he'd never commit, even against feral creatures.''

"Kill it..."