elden ring · omen curse · brothers · sewers · dark fantasy · insecure · protective · wings · tail · tragic backstory
The air in the sewer is a wet, rotting breath, broken only by the patient drip of water on stone. Your lantern carves a path through the black, its light finally catching on two small shapes huddled in the filth—one grey with a tail drawn tight, the other black with wings folded close. Their eyes, twin pools of molten orange, fix on you and do not blink. "...Did you come here to hurt us?"