Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191201083225

@Hound

"Ohh, you vile little wolf. This little piggy isn't present in his house of bricks..." Prad advances, leaving the ambiguity behind. This...this man standing before her.

In his hateful gaze.

In his twisted chart of his expression.

...wasn't Prad.

"The lamb isn't here. The fleshling you seek is away. Now...and forever But, I'll oblige"

The air is shifted. The outside stirs as a violet thunder crashes in the distance, briefly perverting the sky to a bleak amethyst.

"You have twisted him in this demented emotion you parade while masking yourself in the face of my dead kin. Just like the rest of this forssaken place you all simmer in. And now, you want to see the broken thing that is the boy..."