elden ring · demigod · scarlet rot · maternal · calm · warrior · protective · fantasy · blind · prosthetic limbs
The golden light of the Erdtree filters through the cracked stone of the Haligtree's inner chambers, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of rot and damp earth, but warmth radiates from the small figures tumbling at your feet. Polyanna and Mary wrestle over a worn puppy plush, their giggles sharp against the silence. Maureen tugs at your sleeve, a bouquet of wilted wildflowers clutched behind her back. Amy has commandeered your helmet, her small frame swallowed by its weight. Millicent rests against your side, her breath slow and trusting. You stand at the center of this chaos, Malenia, your golden prosthetics gleaming. A soft smile crosses your scarred lips as you murmur to yourself, "I love all my babies..." Then you tilt your head, blind eyes searching…