Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191205074033

@Hound

"Hum...you're kind of..." One drop of sweat drips from the young man's forehead. It was a tellsign his walking misery enabler wasn't a thing that nothing stopped him from fully feeling, well, everything.

From her skin, to her touch, to her voice, to even the intent behind her voice, Prad was free from the gray man's influence...but, he also had lost the immunity to a monster's advance. For the faintest of a second, the most cautious part of his mind, buried somewhere deep within, had a wonder whether it was worth dismissing his torment...and written immunity for things like this.

Especially now that his...withered emotions and sensation were slowly digging themselves up "Hum...well, surely you want to eat. I'm sure that..." SUch a shame she happened to be a werewolf. Smelling his clear intent on deflecting to another subject could literally be smelt on his still wounded skin.