Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190224053046

"This lost light seems to step over bounds...that's not  ŗ̳̺͇̥͎ę̩̭̼̬̹̣ͅc̸͔ò̜̫͉̮̯m̙̩m̥͇͠ę̯͕̣̟͖̩̟n̯͖̪̯̼̹̤d̞̯͔͙ḛ̵̭̲d̵͕̙͎"  Prad's eyes flicker awake. He knew the sensation washing over his face, over his arm.

Possession.

Quick on his feet, he backs away, a second before his person is erroded, for but a moment. His arm loses control, violently swopping down in a dim shade of orchid thunder, puncturing the ground before his feet. An aim that was obviously directed at Herja. no subtle movement, but a deliberate one.

Lifing his gaze over the cracked ground, anyone with a basic knowledge of the young man could see this was not him. Someone else in his body.

''"The boy isn't acustomed to a lost mote of light touching him..." ''He raises his arm, sheathed in blackness, his eyes charged with a malevolence, one obviously alien to Prad. A shivering indifference "But then again...his words would have flown right through that warmongering mind of yours, would it?"