Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181010041251

“Wow...just wow. Really?” Prad’s gaze lingers to the side, away from Roda. Seconds pass, spending its coins in a semblance of eternity. He returns face to his host, brittle and tired, like a nomad coming back from a life’s travels “That’s...that’s something. I honestly did know. Perhaps that is why he’s so mired... lnothing like a indifferent out shell to hide such sorrow”

In truth, that hit closer to homeboy than Roda would know. As Prad’s visage sinks back to his innermost monologue, bits of his own past taunt him with incomplete craft. A loved one...lost to the tide of blurred memories...all of it, under the man in the fold’s watchful helm.

He sits by the corner, hidden to the werewolf’s eye, to all but the young man’s iris, graced in orchid once more as his monitor speaks in ancient tone “'A runt pretending to humanity, with perverted parodies of emotions. Trying to mimic the husk he calls loyalty...what a shame it would be if this animal was to learn of her slaver’s shameful origin. I wonder whether the rotten cadavers spoiling this ruined land would flush him out, like those in the condemned land. Then again...'

Prad’s follows the gray man abs he takes a few steps towards Roda, ever hidden, nonexistent. Prad’s flinches as the man suddenly swipes his ghastly hand through the werewolf’s face, passing over with no change to the real space “...this wouldn’t be the first time...don’t you agree?”