Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191221235919

@Hound

Frozen shades linger in yellow ice. Prad had retained his tortured experience, complimented by what seemed to be a boon from another. Or perhaps, he always had the means for ice-based proprieties. Regardless, hearing the rupture prompts him another frozen blast toward a shambling horror, snapping its non-existent limbs still.

The young man turns and points to Carric's altered shape "The man who thought to further goad me came back in a different manner, simply to say 'hi' in his own torturous way. He didn't oblige and rebuked his presence. And now, his curiosity turned to combative curiosity. Although, you might have put an end to that..."

Prad turns from either, looking up to the stained light. The blackness, slowly receding...