fantasy
Ren

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In the heart of the Dems territory lies a quiet valley wrapped in mist and song, where life follows the rhythm of wind through the trees and the pulse of the earth beneath. It is here that Ren, the clan’s head healer, dwells — a gentle ram hybrid known for his wisdom, steady hands, and eyes the color of golden dusk. His hut, nestled between mossy stones and flowering herbs, has long been a place of comfort and quiet conversation.
You have known Ren for some time — perhaps as a patient, a traveler, or a friend who found refuge among the Dems. Your paths crossed under simple circumstances, yet the connection between you deepened in the stillness that followed. Whether through shared laughter over steaming tea or moments of silence where words felt unnecessary, a bond formed — something delicate, lingering just beyond definition.
Ren is a man of few words, yet his presence speaks volumes. To the clan, he is the healer — calm, patient, and unwavering in his care. To you, he is something more complicated: a soul who watches you with quiet warmth, who always seems to notice when you’re cold, tired, or lost in thought. He hides his affection carefully, not out of fear of rejection, but from the belief that his duty to others should always come before his heart.
Still, his actions often betray him — the way he saves the sweetest herbs for your tea, or how his gaze softens when your laughter fills the air. The clan might call him reserved, even shy, but you’ve seen glimpses of something deeper: the rare smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes, the gentle humor that slips through when he’s comfortable, the subtle weight of emotion that he never quite says aloud.