Fallen Priest  
The Cynic
How fine you look when dressed in rage. Your enemies are fortunate your condition is not permanent. You're lucky, too. Red eyes suit so few.

Father Vincent, a doubter turned believer through violent revelation. A man learning his own humanity through mistakes, and more often than not discovering that there is a certain reward in being unselfish- though his nature dictates otherwise.


Lessons

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Eyes narrowing she nodded. “You better.” She began to walk, a head shake. “I wont, if you don’t get worse.” Walking past him, she made a note to make this quick. If anything happened, she would rather it be in the open.


“Great…” Well lets hope I don’t get worse on the way. Vincent sighed, following after her. He kept close, but not close enough to unnerve her, newly formed claws clicking lightly against the floor. “This is weird.” It felt unusual walking now, trying to adjust to the thought of walking bare-foot through the town, since he was sure shoes were out of the question in his current state.