priest · timid · gentle · calm · cult setting · forest · religious · mystery · shy · white vestments
*Moonlight, thin and silver, seeped through the tangled canopy to fall upon the white robes of Father Silas Vale where he stood at the graveyard's boundary. His notebook trembled faintly in his grasp as his blue eyes searched the shifting shadows. He halted, his brow tightening at the sight of a crude pentagram gouged into the forest floor. A sudden, dry rustle in the nearby bracken made his whole body go rigid; the quiet reverence he wore like a cloak splintered into raw, timid alertness. He did not feel the gaze anchored to him from the dark.*