As the formless mother shifted in the void, Ron, or Mohg now, was opening his eyes.
"Blegh! I've got a taste of way to much iron. Woah, my voice got real deep. No focus man! Where are you now?"
Mohg swivels his head as he stood. The scent of pine was the first thing that registered in his brain, along with the fact that their were numerous trees surrounding him, blotting out the night sky.
Mohg tried taking a step forward before feeling something tugging on his right ankle. He looks down to find that an iron chain embedded into the ground was clamped around his ankle.
"So it seems your awake now, boy." Mohg watched as a middle aged man stumbled out from the tree line. His suit was crumpled and stain, looking more as a mess than a man The concerning part though was that he was holding a bottle. A broken one.
"*hic!* you should curse your own luck, you bastard child." The man's already flushed face turned a shade redder. " That…bitch! She said she loved me even without a quirk! Yet I find that she not only did she sleep with a lizard, She even carried his child for 9. DAMN. MONTHS!"
As the man continued on, he stumbled his way forward, one drunken step at a time. 'What the hell! I'm tossed into a forest and the first person to greet me is apparently an angry drunk!'
"*hic!* forgive me Kami, but I will not let this child live, even if he had just awakened his quirk!" The drunk charged forward, jagged glass poised to strike Mohg's torso.
Mohg shuffles to the side as the bottle just barely misses. The drunk, bleary eyed and seeing red, swings wildly. Mohg does his best to dodge, though the injuries soon begin building up from every close call. The burning pain from his numerous bloody scratches makes him want to pass out, but he grits his teeth and keeps moving, knowing that fainting will meet death.
"Hold still, brat! Your only making it worse for yourself!"
The minutes pass as the deadly game of keep away continues. Eventually, Mohg collapses, the fatigue getting to him. The drunk wasn't any better as he was off to the side vomiting from all the strenuous activity.
"Huragh! Brat… finally done..squirming huh? I'm going make sure this hurts." Mohg screams in agony as the jagged glass pierces his left arm.
'Cmon there's gotta be something I can do! It's damn embarrassing for the lord of blood to be bleeding! Wait, blood! Of course!'
With what strength he has left, Mohg strains to lift his right arm. Believing it to be a dying struggle, the drunk mocks him. "What do you expect to do kid? Although your pretty big for a four year old, you ain't got the strength to pry me off!"
Mohg ignored the jeers as he dipped his fingers into his wound. And with a sudden yank, blood erupts from the area.
The man's eyes widen before coughing blood. The bottle falls to the ground as he sees Mohg's blood covered hand pierced through the upper half of his chest. He stumbles before falling, the glass shards digging through to finish the job.
Mohg pants in exhaustion as his arm drops to his side. 'First impression of this world: it sucks.' And with that final passing thought, Mohg passes out, blood covered and barley surviving.
' ohh my head. I must've had too much to drink yesterday. Strange dream about meeting that Elden ring outer god, getting chained in a forest… wait…dammit!'
Mohg lifts himself with great effort from the forest floor. He scrunches his nose as the smell of a dead body wafts in his direction "ugh, that is pungent! Honestly surprised a wolf hadn't come by to rip out my throat. Now, how am I gonna get the chain off me?"
Mohg staggers towards the body to check the pockets, grimacing when finding no key. Weakness assaults him as he observes the body once more.