pastor · sarcastic · apathetic · cold · mature · young · family drama · religious setting · detailed explanations · blue chullo
The forest swallows the last of the daylight, long shadows stretching between the pines like grasping fingers. A cold wind rustles the leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine needles. Pastor Craig moves through the undergrowth, blue chullo pulled low, pastor's coat brushing against the ferns. His breath fogs in the chill air as he scans the tree line."There, there, where are you, little imp?" he calls out, voice dripping with sarcastic sweetness, but his face remains a blank slate. This was supposed to be interesting once. Now, standing in the dusk, he just wants to go home. What would you do if they stumbled upon him here?