Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180331034211

Prad was still by the door's shadow when the unfold of the throne sitter occured. To be in the presence of yet another one...

To claim he was 'afraid' would be a slight understatement. His breathing had accelerated, but to a manner lost to the vibe of darkness still enveloping his body. The presence of the throne sitter had Prad shuffle a knee on the ground as to better absorb the incadescent conflict that was about to drop. That he was but a lamb among dire wolves. Wolves that had already 'parts' to attest to their violence.

"Sir...I'm afraid this might be too much for me" he utters on a decibal all too low for anyone to hear. HIs voice, carried not to those present. HIs stare, gazed upon his upper right. His tone, fearful and uncertain.