Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191109224142

@Hound

"Hmm? The boy? A boy? So you await for someone close?" Drapp's mask clicks from wihin. A snap of jaws. A crunch od teeth. One violent enough to spill a trickle of blood.

Confliction rushes anew, hidden in his carapace. Veiled behind his suit. His hand moves with a slow withering pace, result of a cracked bone under a sentence of usurpation. The pain afflicts him as it always did, his host, free of all.

A hand steadily moves towards her, trembling in refusal.

Under the moonlight, a hidden sight. Plain to all, yet hidden to those unobservant. Two shadows. Two irises. Desperation, outrage. A young man struggling to move, shackled to the other shadow, hooded, malevolant. A struggle of shadows reflected in Drapp's hesitation.