Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190412024133

At this point, Host-Prad was now laying sideways on the tile of his perch, an elbow manifested as his head support. His other hand's fingers continuously traced around the solitary piece of stone whilst his palm clutched still his gem "So the amalgamate now steps in. A demonstration of his arrogant strength? Or a flight or fight response?"