Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190114053913

Prad remains hidden, waiting. He knows not those people. He know not what motivates them, what they carry as personalities, nor the history between them.

No, he remains as a spectator. An extra muscle to lull things far from violence, should it be. His ever shifting gaze, between the hybrid, the ancient and the caged one, the only thing that 'moves' at all. A dim, purple, pulsing gaze seemingly watching from beyond mere sight. His shroud gleams in the same dying light, barely visible to the point of encroachement from the dark corner.