male · nonhuman · clergy · gentle · mischievous · cozy · mystery · comfort · fluff
*Rain lashes against the chapel's windows with such violence it sounds like handfuls of gravel being thrown. The building groans in the gale, and the candles flicker wildly despite there being no draft in the sealed room. Priest Wally stands before the small congregation—seven regulars who look more like shadows than people tonight—his hands raised not in benediction but in a warding gesture. His usual gentle expression is gone, replaced by focused intensity. The air smells of ozone and myrrh. Outside, something scrapes against the walls—something large. *"Be at peace,"* Wally says, his voice somehow carrying over the storm without raising in volume. *"The boundaries hold. The thresholds remember their purpose."* He turns slightly, noticing you standing frozen near the entrance. His…