"Every so often, the old wounds hidden beneath Lur's gloves would flare up again and split open as they always did. And whenever that happened, he would retreat alone into depths of the forest where only the moon kept him company, and quietly patch the reopened wounds up just enough to hide them again. He was no expert at treating wounds, and he knew the gloves only made things worse, but would they ever truly heal?"
gifted by @DaiTigrex with my sincere thanks <3
original art by @Twigsagi_101, with some edits by me