Neverwinter Forest and i like making shit, and i like selling it

a yl wolf maybe?

As he fled from the cave, the mountain, the valley, his vision slowly fades. The left side of his world was blurry at first, but he could still differentiate a tree from a rock or grass from water. Days go by, things go from bad to worse. Objects mesh together, then turn into a formless blob, and eventually it disappears all together. Cupid was left with one eye, half a world to see. It was disorienting at best, horrifying at worst.

He’s exhausted by the time he returns to neverwinter. At any moment he could’ve passed out, but he managed to stumble his way to some water.

Cupid would seek out his son later. Right now he needed to get all the blood off his face. Then he could clearly  see the damage the saints had done.