Exodus

god of the complete wild, of rage so hot it burns cold, of revenge, of a moth's draw to the only light in the night, of grass that grows in between concrete, of cold shoulders and slamming doors, of survival in spite, of the darkness that cultivates in us all

cries silver, bleeds a glowing white

enjoys collecting silver trinkets; it's said to receive their blessing, you must offer silver in exchange. if it disappears by sunset, then they approve of what you must do