Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190303222847

A satiated yearning.

The current sentiment nascent in Prad's heart. Sitting for an undetermined amount of time, staring at the brand new suit of armor.

A dark piece of lightning rod, looking like the entirely of it had bathed in ink, save for the ends, drafted in a lightning-conducting alloy, awaiting his 'brand' of galvanization.

From head to toe, there was no gap to show. No humanity to display. Nothing but metal and link, further re-brandished as a piece to isolate the wearer with a cloak over the set. A hood, adept at masking the helmet already hindering any epression the wearer, I.E, Prad would have at any moment.

Slowly, he began fitting himself with the shelter from the outside. From those who once looked down upon him. Nevermore would he worry about their judgement. Much less of the harrowing first meeting with the valkyrie, obvlously hindered by his spectator, yet constantly pressed to be wary of her.