His focus on survival and solitude slowly changed him. He lived longer than any member of his former tribe but living alone, without others to compare against he did noticed that for many turnings of the seasons. His senses grew sharper than any beast he was hunting for. His wounds mended faster and no illness ever touched him. He ascended past the boundaries mortality subtly and without witnesses. Forever alone, now of own choice, he grew into the deity of solitude.
The Lone God, the first exile, is a strange god. He has no servants, no followers, no temples, no priests and no worshipers. He enters no pacts and grants no magic. He is patron to no one because those who would be suited to worship solitude are those who require no patron and no companionship. Those who would turn to him for aid and protection he will reject; it is said that sometimes he hunts those who dare to disrupt his isolation with prayers — asking for help or providing it contradicts the very nature of his divinity, after all.