Let Us Prey
He tipped his head back to release a great howl, and then he waited. He had come to this place as a vagabond, only possessing his faith and his training as a templar for the holy order of Ley. The High Priest Mihal had sent him as one of the few chosen holy soldiers to carry out a mission of grave importance; to bring the illumination of Ley to savage lands in the hope that their souls would convert to his will and be saved. Yale of course had learned long ago in his father’s court that there was no changing a man once he had made up his mind, but those that did not openly revoke His will were, to him at least, capable of deliverance…Those that weren’t on the other hand- ones who would stick to their heathen gods or worse claim to be gods themselves- would be condemned by more than Ley, they would need to be marked as heathens so when Ley came to pass his judgement on their soul they would have no opportunity to lie or bargain.
He closed his eyes and waited. As much as Yale would have liked to travel as a loner and reap the land with his holy judgement, doing so would be unwise without a pack to support him. He entered what he would have described as a “Golgotha” and sat calmly on a blood caked alter in the center with his eyes closed. He felt no need to explore the land in which he landed; Ley had brought him here and His Eminence would no doubt bring him an alpha that was worth following, one that would listen to the reason in His words and laws. One that would no doubt remember the face of Ley.
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