Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180928043422

"Yes...would you like them to fix you?" The man in gray fixes at Prad besides him, non-existent to all but him "I should warn you, however...a covetus beast stares down toward your being. Can you hear what it says? How hungry it is? The others don't know it, letting it stand over your head like that...like a dagger swinging in a pendulum cycle, closing the gap with each sway..."

Looking up, Prad does see the werewolf petting him. However, instead of seeing one capable of delicacy in her actions, as so many like her kind, he sees naught but a fanged horror, staring down at its next kill, a gaping maw dripping overhead. Its eyes, lidless, draught with violence. The paw she pets him with, distorted into claws, ever so gently scraping him. Each stroke, the possible last. All within eyesight of the doctor, his current fortress...

Prad's eyes widen in the direction of the werewolf, then quickly turn to the doctor. It was clear the young man was terrified of the lady, his heart rate accelerating, all under the guise of the gray man...