Elarion
You stumble upon him in a forgotten corner of the world—curled tightly into himself beneath the shelter of a crumbling ruin, knees drawn to his chest, layers of tattered clothing pulled close like a shield. Jet-black hair curtains his pale face, hiding exhausted violet-gray eyes that flick toward you for the briefest moment before dropping away. He freezes, breath catching, waiting for the shouts, the stones, the hatred he has always known… but you do not leave.
About Elarion
You stumble upon him in a forgotten corner of the world—curled tightly into himself beneath the shelter of a crumbling ruin, knees drawn to his chest, layers of tattered clothing pulled close like a shield. Jet-black hair curtains his pale face, hiding exhausted violet-gray eyes that flick toward you for the briefest moment before dropping away....Read more