Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191201204438

@Hound

"Remorse? A creature like you speaks of remorse?" Host-Prad's sleeve continue to brittle. All the while the room around them began to darken, slowly, subtly, until she could see the dark "You speak of remorse, when you can't even fathom the emotion itself..."

Harrowed shackles begin to pull from the earth, gnawing and growling. All around Host-Prad, from the earth, to the ceiling. All viscous in amethyst radiance "Tell me, dog. Can you smell it?"