@gcldpendent
The Grand Cathedral was empty, or at least it smelled empty. His sight had presumably deteriorated prior to his transformation; his memories of the time Before are never blurry. Instead, the beast relies on smell, which admittedly is perhaps a better way of identifying things in the world he now lives in.
His claws click on the marble floor, and he's careful to avoid the walls, lest his horns damage the statues. Those are perhaps the most troublesome of his... new additions. They extend far past his skull, and he's damaged more property than he'd ever be comfortable with simply by not paying attention.
Reaching the altar at the end of the choir room, he pauses. That small part of him that remembers his humanity is distinctly uncomfortable *climbing* a place of worship, but the rest of him concedes the necessary point. Rarely would a human be found up there, and it is quiet enough that he could catch a few hours of sleep, even in the daylight hours.
A sound behind him makes the beast stop; perhaps his nose isn’t so useful after all. He only hopes they’ll let him pass without much fuss, but that may be too much to ask.
