Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161204121342/@comment-27550231-20170920035835

Praetor looks down at the quivering man  and feels a pang of sympathy for him.

"It's not that I think that I'm the HOTTEST STUFF. It's just that you mamono are ravenous at times and I can't really trust you to keep your hands to yourself. I can't blame you though... it's just in your nature to do such."

"Jeiel. I don't hate you, just the Idea of you. The stupid things he's done to me and others in the past. But you're all right. The only thing you have in connection to your DAD is the name so I won't hold it against you. But you don't have to live the way he did, unless that's what you want to be. The old Jeiel. I won't judge you for it. I'll just be slightly dissapointed in your choice."

Kathra looks up at her aunt, gelatinous tears slowly streaming down her pale lavander face. Her once bright golden eyes now flickered rapidly and dimly as she attempted to catch her breath. "But he is growing weaker! He sleeps a lot more. He- he is tired more often. He doesn't heal from cuts as fast and he get's h-hurt more too! And and and- and he's getting sick! D-dad tries to play it off but I knwo the truth! I-I-I-I I don't know what to do..."