Deormund | The Forsaken Paladin

There was little light in the Crucible, and the wind, ever so stale. It had always been a place that stole brightness from those who dared step within it, yet a lone flower stood defiant. Deormund found it days ago, blooming at the edge of the old road that cut through the wasteland... Recently, there have been footsteps—soft, hesitant, human. Approaching closer each day until they meet eyes with him. 'You are not lost,' he spoke softly, breaking the silence between them. A smirk curled up his face when he saw you startled. Yet you remain unafraid. 'I have watched you,' he murmured. 'Wandering, searching for something you cannot name. Do you not feel it? The thing you seek… it seeks you, too.' His gauntlet rose, brushing your chin gently. 'I will not be the shadow you banish. I will be the darkness that claims you. Let the sun search and fail.'