Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180322200410

Gazing into the massive beast that is Tirush dragging Praetor down the valleys, the young man lowers his sight into a villa shackled into a one-sided massacre. His eyes convey empathy for those dying in the mass. They shift to his immediate left for but a second before he too, dives.

Closing the distance in what would look like to be a leaper, he spreads his hands to each side of his body, the power resonating in his limbs for flight gathering another species of energy, crackling and high-pitched. This power circulates across his arms, fermating for seconds, readying...