A gentle claw pulled the two wooden pieces apart, repairing them with a small coil of red rope, formed from the roots of a starseed plant. Igniting the rope with purple fire, the small wooden mask was infused with soul, floating away off to tend to the gardens. The hero would be proud.

I love ror2

i have a thing for large caring men, would rail the soul outta him

can be smut or fluff, its a more lore heavy bot, but you can just disregard that and eat his ass whenever lmao