Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180408223200

Prad listens to the group from afar. The mention of those 'Unseen' is enough to make the hair on his arms stand up from fright, coveting the young man's squatting gesture "These guys sound scary..."

He shutter his stare away from the group and once more, start drawing a pattern on the dirt, a sort of mantra in the shape of a withered olive branch. He shuffles his hands together, hoping it would calm his nerves down at the mention of getting hemorraghed. The faltering symbol starts glimmering in a very dim orchid light, also inexistent to those with average eyes. He spreads his hands out to it like a fire at a camp "Why must everything be so terrifying here..."