Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180627012507

Running endlessly, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Prad was no longer who he claimed to be. Another entity stalked his frame, pushing him further, searching. Searching for what? A beast? An undead? A demon?

Any would suffice, his run shaping to be less beastial, more human. Slowly himself as the orchid flame focuses. From sprint, to jog. From jog, to a walk. He looks at the place he paces, a wizened gaze possessing his eyes. His flame dims in glow, to the point of blending with the darkness. Slow and deliberate.