Jan 20
It was a generous art-gift 🎁
"On the outskirts of Denerim, Fenris stumbled forward, his feet dragging after yet another fight he had sought out. When he reached the riverbank, he let his sword fall and lowered himself beside it. He sat on the cold ground, his knees drawn to his chest, elbows resting heavily on them as he stared at the water. The sky above was clear after a light rain, the stars mirrored in the river flowing through all of Ferelden. But lost in thought, Fenris couldn’t see the beauty of the night.
The constant fights were draining him. Day after day after day, he pushed on, his body and mind battered. He was caught in a relentless loop, each struggle keeping him just alive enough to face the next."