Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180516043635

Among the darkness, where a certain laxity merges with his body at the thought of a smal degree of hidden self, Prad observes the scene. Another one, with twisted features in his eyes. Another creature devoid of the most basic sense of compassion in his mind. Being fearful for an overextended period, Prad was tired of terror. If it was to kill him, then so be it. Too tired to care.

Although it was a somewhat strange scene for him. It does not speak in a 'tone' observed with almost everything else. From what he heard in his brief time here, those 'Unseen' were among the apex in this structure he was hesitant to call a society, a cattle system would fit better in his head. And yet, this one speaks in an echo of consideration toward the wyvern, unlike the rest who used condescending or outright arrogant tones.

Leaning on the wall behind him, crossed arms, Prad's mind was split in a divergence between the entity's intentions. Either it spoke with genuine, or once more, this tact was nothing more than an act. Of course, his vision soon gave way to the latter, prompting him to make himself as discreet and insignificant as possible. His experience in this desolate realm seems to give light in this act, as they loved to feel superior. After all, this is why he's here...