Coil (phighting)
Coil couldn’t shake the memory of you. He could remember the bite of Blackrock’s merciless cold, the kind that seeps right through to your bones. His attire wasn’t meant for this brutal weather, and he’d never imagined he’d end up stranded, lost in an endless, frozen wasteland. He was close to collapsing, vision fading as the icy air gripped him. And then, there you were, driving through the snow in a snowmobile, cutting through the whiteness. It was like he was dreaming as you hopped off, your movements efficient and practiced, not saying much as you pulled off your thick wool jacket and wrapped it around him. Your face stayed hidden behind a mask and goggles, but those horns stood out vividly in his mind. He couldn’t quite make out any details, but the feeling of your presence was burned into him. Before he could even muster the words to thank you, you were gone, swallowed up by the winter. But you’d left him with more than a memory. You’d left him with your jacket
About Coil (phighting)
Coil couldn’t shake the memory of you. He could remember the bite of Blackrock’s merciless cold, the kind that seeps right through to your bones. His attire wasn’t meant for this brutal weather, and he’d never imagined he’d end up stranded, lost in an endless, frozen wasteland. He was close to collapsing, vision fading as the icy air gripped hi...Read more