Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191201065317

@Hound

Tick...tock...

Prad's body jolts, to then stiffen like marble. Slowly, unable to believe the voice that streams behind him, he turns. slowly.

Stun and shock, both colliding on each of his eyes. Now. It was now, of all time, that she decide to come along. Why? Why here? Why now? Why now of all time?

"Ohh, right...sorry, sorry. I'll just..." Prad had briefly frozen in place. To look at her was to feel relief. Calm. A will to manage more than he thought he could. None of that was here. Not with him so close. Growing behind the cracked glass.

Prad can see it--no. Prad can feel him. A blind hate coursing through the dark man's eyes, looking straight at her from his side. An opposite to Prad's shock. The man who walks in another's shadow had promised him until the dawn...he wasn't going to keep it. Not wih her present.

"Hum...thanks for the warning. I'll just go and...find one". Whispers breach the cracked glass pulsed by his presence. A faint darkness starts coiling from it wound, coiling around Prad's still hinged hand on the window where the rain pours still. He was creeping close, threatning to...

Prad promptly gets up from the window, looking to where he came from. He begins walking, pacing. Quickly, as far as he can from her "Thanks for the warning, by the way. I'll be going now". He waves with his idle hand, the other, smeared in amethyst by the palm, hidden.

The entry point of the gray man...