Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181120032433

So soon she came, long before he had the will to muster his mind. So lost in his torrent of unending terror that many seconds pass after she had started cuddling the man before he could sense it. A relief...and misery. His eyes, the only sense still fully aware of its surrounding, locked on the man in the wall still sitting mere centimeters from the two in his own fold.

He puts a mocking tone of recomfort, as to leer at the werewolf Roda "Yes...relax. It's ok...they only want to SACRIFICE you. Nothing serious. Perhaps you should have steeled your will, lamb. Chosen your own departure. Instead, you succumb to your primitive instincts, crying like a toddler...weak and helpless..."

His ears catch up on her words, pushing afar the miserable current tearing his mind between relief and terror. A sensation soon seeping into the rift of dialogue between Prad and the man in the wall "But, is this what you wished for? A pawn for their sake? A thankless sacrifice, little lamb. One that..."

The words the woman whispers had found greater strength than either would have expected? No, the man in the wall find himself in curiosity's yard. Why? All this one was doing was whispering deception onto the man. And yet, it sounded like it had a greater hold on Prad. Why?

"What is this...?"

Somehow, her words, which should do little to contribute, were anchoring Prad to a state of shelter. Care? From a monster, no less...an alien concept to the man in the wall. The second time, as well...

He halts his words, unsure of what he witnesses. The fold where only he and his surrogate can see finds itself...brightened. Prad can feel it, as he can see it. Silence cloaks him, as soon, his shade returns to a more...placid state.