Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190510145516

Mako, the last present. Lost to anther realm. Surrounded by the crumbling dead of his kin. Brothers-in-arms, disposed of as nothing more than an incoveniance. He could not fight the Sanguine Comedian. Running? Running had isolated him and his own.

Far from his whole, distanced from the things that prompted him to the world of his tormentor, he dropped to his knees, witness to the flow of glass particles seeping from the shattered corpses. His voice is ailing, lost of its warrior pride "Please..."

The Sanguine Comedian walks. He walks slowly, deliberately towards his prey. For that was what he was. Prey, and no more. A cornered prey, de-fanged...

"...please..." His hands spread toward his would-be killer who haunted him throughout the alien realms. "...mercy...have mercy..."

The weapons tethered to the Sanguine Comedien disappear as he approached to but a few steps in distance from the kneeling beggar.