Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190131175036

"Exactly..." Well knowing that at this point, his powers would trigger a backlash under the over use, Prad never the less clenches his hands, sending forth a surge of lightning scurrying through his arms. As expected, the bouncing thunder isn't content with merely zig-zagging across, instead licking his arm with back spots being the result of those.

"This is exactly why I'm so adamant about it. This very statement...this uselessness, this fraility everything and everyone sees me in. You think I enjoy being sheltered by larger individuals, having to borrow anything that I carry from?"

The shadow pooled under his feet shapes to the wall, slowly stretching to it with two dim violet dots pertubing the place where a head should be.

"Always having to walk in others' shadows. Under yours, under the sweeping woman, behind lord Armata...indebted to him...I hate it. Compared to a few physical exhaustion, this...this is a deep pain only I bear among this place..."