Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191227191128

@Hound Prada looks back to her, then, to his hand, now signed with the insignia of an old gathering. He clenches it, a spur of glimmer briefly bringing the ink to life in gold and purple "I'm guessing he sought to speak with another old one. One that wouldn't riddle any non-human in slangs and threats."