Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191202021434

@Hound

"It was...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." Prad drinks in his well of will to avoid shattering to tears, this far from his influence "He held me in his iron hand for so long...I was afraid when you were..."

His arms stiffen, to then loosen, clinging strongly...and softly. He was gone. Dethroned. Forever away from him.

Forever.

Replaced by the other entity. The new man. Who claimed they would speak again. A hurdle to cross another time. Right now, he was free. Finally free from the dark that circled his shoulders, busy with an embrace from her. He could...

Prad hugs her tightly, forsaking the innumerable wounds he had on his self. They were easy to discard with a weeping loved one leaning on one's shoulder.