Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191222194720

@Hound/Carric/Angry

'']Is that so? Yet you remain here, feeding off the crumbles of an aristocrat as opposed as governing your own kingdom. But, I do have to applaud you on that little restaint. Hard to think you would wrestle against your own nature.[''

Everrthing that never belonged...the withered shades, the slag on the floor, the darkness at the ceiling. Everything dissipates, devoured by the remaining crowned shade's shadow. All of it leaves the place, the restroom as if it never existed.

Here, in the once-again pristine status of the place, the shade truly was an abomination on reality. Its mere presence cuts away at its surrounding, a paradox anchored to the world of the living. A formless entity with solidity and without. TRaces of itself seek to disavow from the world.

It looks past the towering hybrid and the alteration of Lance, even the unusual breath of ice shimmering from Prad's palms. He looks to Carric, an invested interest '']I apologize if our little meeting has been so...callously disturbed. Worry not, I will be nearby...the harvest isn't quite done, after all...[''