Vincent
"Everything dies. Some just faster than others."
A soft thud resounded as Vincent landed, followed by a quiet sliding sound as his wings retreated into his body. As he looked around, he noticed looks similar to wonder, curiosity, and dread mixed into the faces of those around him. This seemed to happen whenever Vincent used his powers. He understood though, as he only recently awoke to them. Perhaps things would change as time went on. Hoping so left a smile on Vincent's face, as he strode out of the base, and headed for the city streets.
-Exit-
-Exit-
The Black Blood
Necromancer
Journeyman
940/1000
Necromancer
Journeyman
940/1000
