Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190214041255

Prad in the wall had no qualm about sleeping, the thought simply was not in mind. His pace sees him gravitate nearby the areas governed by plight. The anguish, the pain, it all leads him to the outside, in the burial pyres.

He sees himself standing among the humans present, be they physically injured or psychically scarred. Silence governs his movement, yet in this moment, his mind is filled with the tether borrowed from empathy to his kin. Yet more collateral damage he was going to watch over...for now.