Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181201040306

"This place is packed" he whispers to himself. His eyes root out the myriad of auras present, the color attached to a species. Most important however, the dark spots for him to continue his way. Ignored as he might be, Prad yet takes no chance taking a direct route, instead going for the less populated spots.

'"What a sorrowful sight..." adds the man in the wall, gliding a few steps behind Prad, ever hidden "My kin, merged with these viles things trashing about. Each of them soiled with our blood..."'

As if to give power to his words, Prad's vision fills with drips on the floor, all in the fold. Crimson puddles, each tethered to any species different to humans. Blood. Blood dripping from their hands en masse. He closes his eyes, a sorry sight to behold.