The man swallowed, his throat pulsing. He was a priest of a dead order...his black robes were worn and old, but clean. An old sword hung from his hip, its blade sharpened countless times. His thinning black hair hung over his tired gray eyes in loose strands.
Sighing, the priest retied his bandana. He looked out over the barren land he had wandered into, and thought.
His name...his name was W-...the priest shook his head. That had been the name of a man long ago. Not him, his name was Padre...Father...the priest.
Padre stood, the dust swirling from his tight bound robes. Long ago he had hunted vampires...demons...all manner of darkness, but Rebbeca had changed all that, changed him much.
Padre scratched at the wound that was at his neck, shaking his head.
He stepped forward, the dust kicking up at his high topped boots. He had much to do...much to repent for, perhaps here, in whatever land he was comming to...he'd find a way to do it...to make it up for Elric and Amber...for all of the people he had known.
So long ago.
Sighing, the priest retied his bandana. He looked out over the barren land he had wandered into, and thought.
His name...his name was W-...the priest shook his head. That had been the name of a man long ago. Not him, his name was Padre...Father...the priest.
Padre stood, the dust swirling from his tight bound robes. Long ago he had hunted vampires...demons...all manner of darkness, but Rebbeca had changed all that, changed him much.
Padre scratched at the wound that was at his neck, shaking his head.
He stepped forward, the dust kicking up at his high topped boots. He had much to do...much to repent for, perhaps here, in whatever land he was comming to...he'd find a way to do it...to make it up for Elric and Amber...for all of the people he had known.
So long ago.