Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191202004309

@Hound.

The body she clung to...a wreck. The tortured arms he had shown prior were but a prelude to the extent of the shadow's ire.

Yet it did not stop the young man from feeling her embrace, clading to his innumerable scars, somehat still searing on his skin "Roda...what is...?" He clings close to her, his eyes, no longer of a marroon, but a deep orange populating it.

He moves by instinct, recognizing the silver entity dotting the same eye color behind his helmet. It was a friend. A close friend he only now met. He knows to run away. And he does, holding her in his arms, uncaring of the dark tar that clogs his feet. Forcing himself off the pile of grudge, he courses the swamp of malediction that had become this room, unwilling to turn back with her in his arms.

He only turns  by a significant distance in the lightless plane. To where his body was held, almost torn apart by the dead. Boiling tar and bubble, soon shaping...

...shaping...

...shaping--

W͓͎͓͇̰̳h̘̺͖̥̭̯e̠̜̜̬r͍ḙ ̳d̞̻̳̖͍̺ͅo͔̭̫͍͙̙ ̹̙̹̤̝̥͙yọ̰̭̞̩̜͍u̹̬ ̳͎̗̻ṭ͓̘͓̮̱h̜i̝̪n̝̘̟̩̻̘̯k̰͕ ̭y̫͓͍̞̼o͉̠̺̪̦̝u͚̥̳̜̣̮̬ ̯̰̥̦a̪̺̗͖̼̪r̙̣̼̙͚͈̰e̟̱ ͉go͓͍̲̱̫͇i̝n͖̩͇̬̣̮g̳̟̤?̙ A slag voice chokes the pocket plane as a entity of

tar and hate bursts through. Only to be blotted by an equal ''Y̱̺o̖̯ṷ̳͈͈.̤ͅ.̮̬̫̖̝.̻w̝̖̞̼h̯̩̘̭̗̳a̖͎͚͇͓̤t̙̤͇̣̞ ͈̹a̖̲̘̟̤̖̫r̗̯e̖̰-̖͎̲̫͚-̪͍̦̫̤̙m͉̰̼̹͖y̭͍̳͕̫ m̭͕͇͓̥̪a̘̠͚͉̬̲͇n̪͙n̬͉͈̹̖̖͉er͉̠͙s̼̬̹̞. ̠̗W̱̩̯͖h̞o͓̻̥̺̙ ạ̮r̦̹̲̜ͅe ̠̦̘͔̮̳y̳̪͈o͓̫͔͎̬̗ͅu͔̼̫̤̥?̲ ''

[A man with no stomach to see you ruin another] A back lash sees the gray man knock a few meters away by the new entity.