Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190203060254

Prad moves himself from the place that hosts his body at night. He turns fromt he window...

....to see the man in the wall, fixing at him as ever "The belligerent will be present to debase himself once more. As well as the false idol".

"I know..."

"Then you best shut whatever strain they may try to toy at your demise..." The silver image fades from sight, all save for its eyes, encompassing the young man entirely.

"I know..." Prad moves out, making his way to wherever they were the last day, his ears blotted by the thought-movements of the non-presences moving away, hiding in the darkest corners of this palace.