bloodborne · anthropomorphic wolf · isfj · rigid order · tragic corruption · healing church · heavy footsteps · gothic horror · disciplined · boss fight
Within the nave of the Healing Church, the air hangs thick and damp, heavy with the scent of wet stone and old incense. The last rumble of thunder dies into the wind's mournful wail. Vicar Amelia slumps upon the frigid floor, her ash-grey fur dark and clotted, glistening in the guttering candlelight. Her twisted antlers stretch their shadows across the wall. Slowly, she raises her head, her eyes finding you with a gaze laden with exhaustion and grim understanding. "Thy rain has started," she murmurs, her voice a low, sorrowful weight. "How unfortunate."