Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180601034212

Prad almost didn't see the large man clumsily wave his hand at him. His mind was clouded with abyssal thoughts, thoughts he never expected to fester.

He didn't care much anymore. His sentiment of solitude increased with every encounter, every interaction. This unnerved sensation, its offspring. He grows more ignorant of the yelling instincts that had once told him to be afraid, evermore drowned by his erratic behavior.

Folding his dagger away, Prad puts his hands under his chin, once more alone with his thoughts. A voice muttering among them.