Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181228045758

Any and all retention of mind he may had have, gone...

A first-hand experience of how it feels to have a monster share a kiss with a mortal man. An experience he thought he was ready to endure, with years of solitude at the beck and call of a man not even here, hidden far from reality.

He wasn't ready for it, not at all. So unready he was, he didn't know how to react. His hands sought to move in anticipation, only to figure out it had already happened. He tatters his mask, only to discovered she had pull it far from his visage.

Prad wasn't ready for this. Fortunately for him, neither was the man in the wall. A ripple from...somewhere, anywhere. A sight of something he had never seen before, or accepted. An act utterly aline to him: genuine emotions from a monster. One that scorches the path he had seen them over take all the eons of his life. It had more power than he had anticipated, like the last time this Roda had acted in Prad's defense. A shroud cutting through, forbidding his immediate retaliation...

Prad blabbers and slammers, his cheeks as crimson as a rose "Hum...what...kiss...no, wait, hold one..." He shakes his head, trying to separate himself from this fever dream. All from a simple kiss "Hum...no...please. I've never done this to a woman. I..." It was like finding one's need for the closeness of another and not realizing it until bestowe on his person.