Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181128181053

"Hahahahaha" the man in the wall laughs in his dark tone laced in a sardonic tone "Protection? Free of fear? This dog is as delusional the putrid blood-drinkers of this derelict. Truly, lamb, I must thank you for your requested stay. To witness such level of delusions and projection of illusion...so long have I heard butchers and beasts utter the tone of their victims in a pretentious way. And to think you actively believe this false tone sincerity..."

Prad's eyes lower under the weigh of the phantom, laughing with such aclarity, one he hadn't felt in a while. WIth violence, following his exalted mood, he swipes his gray arm through Roda's visage, it passing through as he still hide in his fold "This is what believe, young lamb? This ambient dog who's used to devoured and lacerate our own kind for untold eons, now bearing the flesh of those it murdered in cold blood? The festering bodies walking with a husk of their nobility, their feet clamped down on more humans like you and I, torturing them, eating them, sacrificing them with no hesitation. Men, women, children, elderly. All of them, blanketed in a deceptive illusion...

'...and you believe them. Long before you believe one of your own. Hahahahaha...hahahaha! Ohh, young lamb, I cannot wait to see them turn against you as they tear their illusion away. To watch you squirm on the floor, alone and broken. Suffering as you did, again...and again...and again..."'

Prad's face drains of its color. With shivers, he takes on the soup, quietly returned to his room. The door shut, he sits on the bed, and starts eating, silence his company...