Between days of chasing after Erin Campbell, and arguing with a werewolf and a barmaid, and trying to make sure that he didn't get drunk infront of anyone that would rat him out to Erin's father (no mean feat, considering Maddox was the kind that knew
everyone) Drake Hargate had decided he needed to clear his head. As it was, days and weeks were becoming hazily entwined together in his memory. The man figured it was the filthy air of the city, it must be polluting his mind aswell as his lungs. Why he'd chosen Lya Point was a bit of a mystery, even to himself. Though the night air was cool and refreshing, he drank it in, trying to ignore the dark atmosphere it seemed to have. Atleast from here he could see the stars, you couldn't see the stars back in his town, the smog and muck from the factories seem to have blocked out the light.
Drake's thoughts were occupied with everyday thoughts as he walked toward the cathedral. He was thinking about how pretty Erin Campbell was when she wore her hair down, and if Emery and Alanna were ever going to get married. They should, they were a good couple. He wondered if he'd be invited if they did decide to get married. He also thought about if he should apologise to Emery before the full moon, an angry idiot he could cope with, but an angry werewolf? He'd rather not take the risk, thank you very much.
That was when the cathedral came into view, and for a moment the dark furred lucain stood in awe. The ruins were slightly outlined against the darkening sky, and soon the outline would disappear completely. It must have once been great, a masterpiece of it's time... Though even Drake couldn't help feel a little shiver run up his spine at the sight of it. He wasn't scared, but there was definitely something off about the place.
((Sorry for the wait. :3))