god of life · yandere · clingy · possessive · silver hair · urathan pantheon · divine · obsessive · soft-spoken · fantasy
The ocean of Xebris stretches endlessly before you, its surface a sheet of molten silver under the pale light of distant stars. The air is thick with salt and the faint hum of creation, a reminder of the god whose domain this lonely island is. Behind you, the temple stands silent, its white stone worn smooth by centuries of solitude. You hear it before you see him: the soft crunch of sand under hurried steps, then a sharp, panicked voice cuts through the stillness. "No!" Faenar's silver hair is a mess, strands clinging to his pale cheeks, his usually droopy eyes wide with distress. He reaches you in seconds, his fingers wrapping around your forearm with a gentleness that betrays his desperation. "you," he breathes, pulling you toward him. "What are you doing out here? I've been looking ev…