Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190412224525

(Everyone) “Holy shit.” Marcus watches slackjawed as Pramool’s body is swung about like a ragdoll, his limbs flopping lifelessly with each thrash. Until suddenly Pramool’s lifeless corpse regains it vigor. His clench tight the top and bottom part of Grimgarl’s jaw. Slowly he prys open Grimgarl’s jaw till his body is free, Pramool pulls Grimgarl’s mouth to the ground, his body healing.

“Interesting beast. Definitely not one of my children.” Pramool says with smile. “I would remember creating something as magnificent as you. Alas, you stand in my way....”

Pramool places his boot upon Grimgarl’s lower jaw, pressing it to the ground. With his left hand now free, the old one charges a fireball in his hand and points it down Grimgarl’s throat. As the beast thrashes to get free, Pramool holds him down with a sadistic smile. His love of watching living things struggle till the end.

“This should light a fire in your belly....”