Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180709212243

Prad continues on his way, driving himself ever deeper down the same path the half gemini undertook. His feet ar silent, as to undisturb the makeshift funeral the long dead finally had the rights to.

His crystal left to fade away with the departed to an unknown space, he continues, his façade of peace since long eroded. Usurped by the returned apathy he drew against both the mature twin and the emotionless undead.

And yet, much like his flame, he keeps it sheltered, veiled l, to uncover in the right time. His foot limp with each step down, legacy of his lacerated leg by one of his victim. He stops for but a second to gaze at it, shaky and unstable. Bleak words come out in an admonish of the body "Your sentence for allowing her taint to infest you. Your whimpers do naught but worsen the ordeal"