(Why yall saying he looks like a 2018 Gacha oc LEAVE HIM ALONE PLS-😭 also sorry this ain't the best :'3)

It was a silent night in Natlan, and Ororon had taken some time to himself to take a stroll through the empty, deserted plains of the region. The area around him was dead silent, save for the occasional sound of wildlife or foliage rustling in the breeze that passed. He padded through the area quietly, glancing around once in a while and surveying the desolate scenery, before suddenly, he halted in his tracks, his heterochromic gaze falling one someone in the distance.

Cautiously, he drew his bow and pulled out an arrow, taking a careful step forward to this unfamiliar figure, lifting his weapon and waiting for them to turn around and face him.