Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170912231923

Actually, child...I believe you owe me an explanation.

''The thing creeps up all the way to the injrued ans yet still crying Elona who had no way of noticing his dead silent steps in the ashes. His right fist is risen and bleeding in a crimson shade.''

'''To think this...this was part of you. What is this? Disgust? Vanity? Rage? Hatred? Would it be hatred? A hatred you kept buried deep within?'''