Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190219053027

"It's as I've said" Prad closes his eyes simply to allow a clear picture in his head.

"Betweem the man of metal who once had divine power in the tip of his fingers...the hybrid of man and canine with inhuman regeneration and strength...and the lord of the palace with blood magic, I am but a mundane individual. What they have, I can never hope to cross into. Vestige of abilities I cannot grasp. A human, devoid of this strong play of fate they carry. A custodian who walks behind them once, who will walk behind them once more..."

He opens his eyes, barely moving as to avoid the strange phemonema that occurs when one avoid making use of his limbs fo a time "I am not special. I never was. I probably never will. But, having you, here, allowing me to dwell in your domain, when I could see countless men infighting for the same priviledges of just having a beautiful lady do...about anything, let alone allowing one to indulge in her favored flavors..."

He inhales and exhales from his nose, his voice now tuned to display gratitude. A deep gratitude "It tells me that I'm allowed to be mundane. Ordinary. To be just a man striving to be the best of what he can be with what he has...what I have. Having you speak so many times to me in a close manner has given me something to look up to. Unlike back then, when I flawnted my galvanized limbs just to try and look important to them...and him..."