Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181120030200

Roda hears the scream coming from Prad’s room, and she immediately bolts her way back to the hall. She fumbles with the door knob for several seconds, her paws working hard to grasp the smooth gold object. She finally manages to burst open the door, to see Prad crying, stricken with fear and defeat. His eyes fixated on the window.

Roda instinctively dashes to Prad’s bed and wraps her arms around him. Warm tears fall down her cheeks she can almost feel Prad’s pain.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. Please, it’s ok. Don’t fret anymore. I’m here. Please relax, Prad. Please trust me.” Roda clings to the paranoid man as if he were her lover. Mumbling under her breath prayers that he would hear her voice. “You are safe. I will see you safe. Your home is here right now.”