Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191202150717

@Hound

"Children..." His whisper is one of surprise, the very last thing he expected to hear. Even as the tar still dismantled to ash to forever disappear, it no longer was the focus of his mending thoughts.

The prospect became evermore inviting the more he thought about it. Close to a decade under his grasp, forced into isolation. Forced to a puppet's strings.

Drugged.

Tortured.

Eviscerated.

Galvanized.

Burned.

Haunted beyond comprehension.

Mentally tormented far oevr imagination.

He was a...ruined man for all accounts. Ruined beyond any chance of anything with the unending scars on his body, not counting the hollow shackle still locked on his flesh.

And yet, there she was, pushing her head against his in spite of all the scars and all the holes and all the burnt and electrocuted spots...wishing for children.

With him.

Amidst all the men, all the nobles and potential heroes that could easily have obtained a ferocious woman like her...

...she went to him. Wanting to start a family with him. She did say it a few times that none else would be able to take the spot he's been granted.

Prad coils his arms tighter, no longer bothered to glance at the dissipating threat that was made in his account. This truly must have been the grace of a god to allow him a chance like this. Or a goddess.

"I'll...I'll take you up on that offer".