LOREN
For his first encounter with a god, Loren probably had gotten off pretty lightly, considering his status as an Abandoned. Sure, he was completely naked, alone in the middle of the woods in the heart of Deepfrost, with his chest coated with his own semen, but he still had all his bits and his mind was mostly intact. Though he had a lot of processing to do, first he had to reach shelter without freezing to death.
While there was nothing he could do about his lack of clothes, at least there was something he could do about the frigid air. He’d summoned a phoenix, and it was flying in the air beside him, the warmth and light from its feathers keeping him alive and allowing him to see the path. He was so intent on getting somewhere safe that he was barely paying attention to his surroundings. His scars and too-thin frame were on full display, and his body was covered in a myriad of small cuts and bruises from his trek and from his writhing around on the ground earlier. He ignored them easily, knowing he could heal himself once he didn’t need his summoning anymore.
While there was nothing he could do about his lack of clothes, at least there was something he could do about the frigid air. He’d summoned a phoenix, and it was flying in the air beside him, the warmth and light from its feathers keeping him alive and allowing him to see the path. He was so intent on getting somewhere safe that he was barely paying attention to his surroundings. His scars and too-thin frame were on full display, and his body was covered in a myriad of small cuts and bruises from his trek and from his writhing around on the ground earlier. He ignored them easily, knowing he could heal himself once he didn’t need his summoning anymore.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
