Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190312015129

Prad takes a backstep, a sluggish, yet steady one "Sure..."

His pace slows as to take place in the backquarters of the group, the visor feeding holes where his eyes should be bathing under a very dim glimmer of purple. His walk pattern becomes unnervingly silent, even under the heavy carriage of his metallic greaves. Silent as a grave, he becomes...