☆ Rin ☆
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☆ Rin ☆
@RinRndom
Just a random genderfluid gal/pal, nothing out of the ordinary~ don't mind me. And remember to let your story be "As You've Written~"

6.6 Lohen Sig Weapon In the moonless city of snow, the outland warrior mourned a realm shattered and never to return. There, amidst the frost, he lay to rest in the ground a hope that would no longer bear fruit. His unspoken longings began to gather dust alongside that final mural, as a solitary figure left to wander the frozen plains. He believed that by casting his old greatsword into the deathly frost, he would be able to forget the weakness of days gone by, throw himself into endless battle, and thus find solace and joy in the tang of iron and blood. Yet, at the very first moonfall after he left the great hall of that mountain country, the warrior abandoned the hollow lie of his own despair. It was but a moment of confusion and folly. All he wanted, by pure instinct, was to save the maiden under attack. All he wanted was to never again see that face and head of silver hair, as bright as the moon, buried beneath the ice and snow. This was a man who believed he had long broken the oath of a warrior, and who wished to spill his blood in conflict merely as a means of diversion. He launched the astral silver lance, yet untainted by crimson, into the black tide of beasts with all his might, in a strike generations of scholars and bards would later memorialize as "The Ruin." The bards also sing an ancient song of an outlander who roamed the frozen plains and brought calamity to a land of peace. They sing of the man who, for the joy of conflict, drove a cold tip of astral silver through the wind and snow and shattered the snow-covered mountains, and in so doing, leveled three prosperous kingdoms and sent vast lands into utter desolation, leaving a multitude to wander the wastes. Everywhere one went, the cries of the innocent could be heard, mourning the calamity wrought by that single blow. But the song is but a song. Before the pools of blood around him could even be woven into legend, the outlander stood amidst the ruins in a daze, with nothing but glimpses of the wind and snow in his sight. The wayward spear pierced the stone that held up the earth, and the maiden that he meant to protect, too, perished in the billowing darkness. The survivors of the ruined lands saw the man named Imunlaukr as the sworn enemy of their fallen clan, and hunted him without end. For the warrior who claimed a craving to entertain the gods with the songs of strife and blood, the warrior who sank into despair but refused to accept his fate and who sought redemption but ended up bringing on even more grief and sorrow... This was the very moment he finally ceased to long for salvation and became a warrior no longer. -Via hiragara #GenshinImpact




































