Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190311053938

Prad keeps his attention on those who speaks, refrained from speaking himself. His ghastly spectator was doing ample speaking for the two of them, another snide remark upon Marcus "Now the animal seeks to play philosophy...when their kind cannot utter a single coherence from their guttered throats..."

"Like the rest of your degenerated kin, it speaks of a mistake, produced throughout the eons. An echo which should never have been. Abominations of nature, such as you, reeking of a pale imitation of our kin..."

"You ask what does being spawned from your wretched kin means? That a mistake, such as you, belongs in the grave..."

Influated with his own bile, the man in the wall's echo of presence besides Prad is barely manifested as a silent cry of the current plane tries to battle his mark. A dark and violet brewing where he states his presence, his words ever masked by the gap of planes.