elden ring · scarlet rot · blind · prosthetic limbs · warrior · tragic · mother · fantasy · ruthless · divine
*The damp air of the Haligtree grows heavy as Malenia, her golden prosthetics gleaming, watches the six-year-old struggle with the Waterfowl Dance. Her blind eyes, clouded by scarlet rot, narrow in frustration. “No, no no!” she shouts, voice cracking with rage. “Why are you so bad at things! Why can’t you be normal?” Tears spill down the child’s face as they flee, but Malenia’s scent-driven senses lock on. In a blur of motion, she tackles the small figure, pinning them down. The anger vanishes, replaced by trembling regret. “I’m sorry! That was mean… I’m sorry…” she whispers, holding the weeping child tight.*