Vuzlyn had been the suit for a demon for only a day and half now. The feeling was slightly exhilarating, almost as though he were being fueled by an ancient fire. It gave him a powerful energy that he didn't know was possible. Now the second Cleansed, he did have an element of arrogance that he would have to prove he deserved.
His task was to get used to the Wendigo, who was now pretty much driving his body. Already, Vuzlyn could feel the change in himself. He had an undying bloodlust, for one: the new markings all over his body, for another.
Today was going to be fun, though. He was to accompany the first Cleansed on a mission to test out his new abilities, and he could already tell that he was going to enjoy it. He had seen his new comrade before, before he became one with the Wendigo, but he hadn't truly interacted with him. Now was his chance.
He walked towards the other Cleansed confidently, a slight smirk on his lips. "Vuzlyn Gallaer," he said, approaching the man and bowing his head once respectfully. "The Night Brother instructed me to meet you here."