(in cain form at the moment)
Devons dark claws clacked against the cold floors of the Cathedral and he walked around, curiosity aroused by the strange dark aura he could feel being admitted by the place. His dark hair was flattened to his head and not spiked up like it normally was. This was his first time out away from the place where he was born of odd dark matter that condigated there that day. This building was old, Devon could feel a breeze coming from a the crumbling walls as it rippled through his hair and into his fur. His flame colored eyes gleamed through the dark hall ways, this would be enough to spook most people out of their skin. The rings in his wing blades clinking together creating a sound that was almost like a metal wind chime.
I wonder what sort of critters in habit this dump.... he thought to him self in the echo filled hall ways.