Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190616211426

The spiraling shackles to his arms unfasten and wither. The 'guest' to Prad's body saw no longer fit to take further act in this family feud. The theater is as much the same as it ever was, with creature children murdering their elder in a grab for power.

Why stop this family diluting when they fling themselves so willingly at each other's throats? The question to his mind. Inaction, his answer. Particles take hold of his arms and feet, giving him the power to deny gravity's hold on his plated body with a swift ascension to the sky, his true spectactor's seat to the truth of the reason for his presence...