ludo
"Stop that."
A rag slaps away the yeti's arm - rather, it slaps away the arm from its body. Ludo appears like whispers of smoke draped around the creature, protecting it from further harm. Chastised, sad and utterly done with Deepfrost and mortals, the deity's mask is blank of all emotion. Nonetheless, it has appeared.
"This does not belong to you, summoner," it advises Loren spitefully. "This creation belongs to a boy in the Hollowed Grounds. A boy who is no longer here, thanks to the snows. You will leave it be."
A rag slaps away the yeti's arm - rather, it slaps away the arm from its body. Ludo appears like whispers of smoke draped around the creature, protecting it from further harm. Chastised, sad and utterly done with Deepfrost and mortals, the deity's mask is blank of all emotion. Nonetheless, it has appeared.
"This does not belong to you, summoner," it advises Loren spitefully. "This creation belongs to a boy in the Hollowed Grounds. A boy who is no longer here, thanks to the snows. You will leave it be."
