Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190315014743

Father and son. Parent and child. Spite and hate. A brittle relation standing before Prad as his eyes wash over their clashing auras.

"So the apple truly doesn't fall far from the tree..." He speaks in a low whisper amidst their yelling. His attention was fully governed to this 'meeting' unfolding about as well as he'd think. Monsters never were the greeting type...in his time.