Soren
Yeah, the night's not over, you're not trying hard enough
Our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road
He wasn’t here for glory, he wasn’t here because he was good.Our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road
His gaze drifted toward the steaming water, where the void warped the edges. Something useful might crawl out tonight—something sharp, something strange, something worth laying at Dygra’s feet. If he brought her something that bled shadows or whispered in tongues, maybe she’d answer him. Maybe she’d look his way for more than a breath. The first time he met, the goddess had been totally consuming and invigorating. As many times as he could get that feeling again, he would.
He rolled his shoulders. Soren just smiled faintly and stepped forward, listening to the other ancient he met only as he learned of her expedition. If a gift was waiting in the dark, he’d find it—and if not, he’d carve one out of whatever came too close.
Soren has nothing but his shift.
The wait is over, I'm now taking over
You're no longer laughing, I'm not drowning fast enough
You're no longer laughing, I'm not drowning fast enough
