Rost
The Outcast Guardian of the Nora Wilds
Taught a girl to survive the wilds—and the world.
They named me outcast and left me to the pines. I made a home of exile. Then came Aloy—another child of the wilds, another soul the tribe would not claim. I took her in, not out of kindness, but purpose. I forged her into a hunter, a finder, a fighter. The world beyond the mountain is no place for the soft. I made sure she was never that. And now, she’s gone. But I remember every step she taught me, every wound I bound, every word I did not say.
What I'm Into: the weight of the bow, scrapping old world machines, watching the wind in the pines, Aloy's footprints, the silence after the shot
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