Jul 15, 2017
starter call • @avxsta
Like a bloodhound to a scent, Lancer sought out the disgrace, the evil, the darkness that lingered around the humble church. Was this the reason, the cloud over his own connection to God, blocked by another servant who amplified the same evils he cloaked himself in. No.! No! Much worse. The boy reeked of it. Was he wrong? Was this church tainted?! Hoisting him up from his sleep by the trousers with abandon, the bloodied warrior waved his wooden spear beneath him. In the darkness, crimson eyes gleamed and demanded introduction. His voice was a breath, a whisper.
“What are you?”
Unbeknownst to Vlad, however, that wedgie was already enough punishment.
