@beastmasterrā | starter call
What was he thinking?
Stupid boy...wicked boy!
So much destruction, all his fault, the thought alone made Credenceās heart race in his chest, the darkness ever threatening to take over again. So much destruction, and then so many people, excruciating pain beyond anything heād ever felt before. When heād become himself again, heād found himself in the ruins of the church. Heād panicked. He couldnāt stay here, not anymore. So heād grabbed what things he could find (Maās stash of coins- theft was a sinĀ but it didnāt matter because he was going to Hell anyway, an old coat that had always been too big, the papers that might hold some key to who he was) and heād run.
He had no idea how heād managed to get onto the boat without being noticed, but he had. No idea where it was heading, or where he was running to, as long as it was away. Away from the New Salem Preservation Society, away from Mr Graves, away from Credence Barebone.Ā
Heād tucked himself away in a darkened corner of the ship, huddling into the coat, and that was when he heard it. Quiet footsteps coming in his direction, and he pressed back into the wall.
















