Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190224044746

Her booming steps are met with his soundless backtrace, not at all comfortable witht he notion of a valkyrie anywhere near him. Moreover of the man in the wall's interest in the singular node of light seeking about in what he sees as a dark abyss.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't..." he whispers, putting his shroud back on as to minimize eye contact. A second before his face became hindered in sight, one with quick acquity could notice the subtle change in his irises from a marroon to an orchid shade.

Prad's vision turns gray, washed about witht he conflicting auras shared with his gray spectactor "This one really means the loathe in her lost steps. Joined in wariness with the man of metal's, their auras seem to flicker and bite against the dog and corpse's..."