Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190115053307

"Obviously, it wasn't going to be universally accepted..." whispers Prad, still hurdled in his corner, utterly devoid of any exposed human features. His voice, ever melancholic, ever placid. It changes.

His eyes briefly gleam, as if washed over with another persinality "The animals speak of ethical issues and play of those with moral issues. How backward of them..." The second whisper is as low as the darkness surrounding him, hidden as much as the young man is.