Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180328013053

By then, Prad had essentially stopped his endeavor, squatted among the resting dead, each of their forehead adorned with a burial dust known as 'mourning star'. His gaze is locked on the dead soil, blood having dried a while ago. The jeremiah returns ten-fold in his mind as he dares to look up besides him, casting a mounrful mask as expression.

A faint whisper douses the immediate area around him as his eyes once again betray the shade of gray taint that they are used to. His vision is changed, painting an unnatural wind flowing from the right to the left around the dead. An apparition is brought to life in his eyes, forbidding a sight of skin form the individual. It places its jet black gauntlet over Prad's shoulder in comprehending manner.

The individual casts a returned gaze at the young man, the two seemingly speaking without the usage of words.