Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190601211319

“If you are not a slave to your nature, then you are worthless as a god. Nothing more than an unpredictable child.” Again Pramool’s aura flares like a fire suddenly feed gasoline. He rises unhindered by his sister or the clouds of poison. He looks over his sibling with a judgemental gaze, a scrutinizing eye.

“You are a disappointment. Where once you balanced my savagery, now you adopt it. Forgetting, disowning, abandoning those who believed in you. Your world has no hope until you are destroyed. Unfortunately, the only one who can, is subservient to you. You are lost, little sister.”