Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190207202729

(Jester) Marcus brings the cigar to his lips, and inhales deeply. Prad can see the tip of the cigar burn bright as air is drawn through it. He then pulls the cigar away.

“Very unwanted....” Marcus exhales, a large cloud of smoke bellows out from his mouth. “It’s an inherent instinct I can’t take away, but fortunately I’m blessed with four goddesses who spoil me and three daughters that adore me. They’re the reason I’m happy to be alive. They’re the reason why the beast slumbers.”