Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191110024449

@Hound

The phantom that dwells so closely to Prad clings close. Yet, he has no true input on the young man, locked from any meaningful act, as if someone was persistent as he was.

The small trickle of blood that snapped by this 'guest' relentless torment wa soon overpowered by the sweet scent of a monster who twice had delivered feelings of sincerity to him, burning away the overwhelming synapses of pain from the broken bones, giving him ample will to coil his arms close on her waist.

He missed her, that was evident. Months or torment, physical, mental, spiritual, none of it could burn this emotion.

It seems it was returned..."I want to, as well. Even with...what can occur. Once I find a way to..." His eye drifts to the corner, well in sigth of the phantom, the gray man. Nothing. Nothing but a encroaching hate from it...