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heyy I just came across your blog and noticed one of the names of the characters in this fandom (Narinder) actually originates from my language! Its a common name too.
Fun fact, the name means 'king of men' or 'lord of mankind'. I just don't see names from my language used in mainstream media so I was kinda surprised 😠Is it a video game or something??
Narinder (the cat) is from the video game Cult of the Lamb! You can get it on multiple platforms (I personally play on steam) and its a rouge like similar to stuff like The Binding of Isaac!
Narinder is a major character as well as a boss in the game :)
Barkley doesn’t like the cats much (he has a rivalry with Muddie over who gets my bed) but it’s good to see he tolerates Midgie’s clinginess while he’s recovering.
Bishops x Creature Reader? And what I mean is that they would be bouncing off walls one moment and then staring your soul for no reason the next. Not full blown chaos, but enough to make them unpredictable.
I think platonic would make sense, but seeing it romantically would be pretty funny.
You didn't specify if the reader was ACTUALLY a creature or just a normal guy who displays creature like behavior so I'm going to do what I want which is to be a fucked up monster.
Also I'll be doing follower forms only for this one, because I feel it'd work better for what I'm going for :)
CW minor character death for this one btw!
There were always rumors and whispers about things that lurked in the forest beyond the camp, monsters and creatures and all sorts of beasts that would devour you whole. The bishops knew well of what lurked in their own forests, but the forest outside the Lambs domain was different. When expressed concerns the Lamb would simply laugh it off and explain the woods were fine, nothing had happened to them while in it... but the Lamb was a god now, and the Bishops mere mortals.
Leshy
Leshy first encounters you when he wanders off from camp and gets hopelessly lost. The scent and sounds of the camp fading as he tries desperately to feel around the forest for something to help guide him.
You don't really introduce yourself, instead mimicking the calls and noises you'd heard from followers previously to lead him back to camp and out of the woods. Though you do begin to get extremely annoyed when he keeps finding himself back in the same damn spot pretty much weekly.
It's at that point you give up on trying to hide yourself and decide if the Lamb comes to kill you for "intruding" on their territory oh fucking well its not your fault they let a blind guy wander back into the woods repeatedly.
Leshy isn't scared of you, per say, he can't exactly see you and just assumes you're a cult member he hasn't met or smelled in the camp and that you prefer to work out in the woods.
You tell him to stay in camp but literally the next fucking day he's back out in the god damn forest lost again.
This continues on for months until he finally pieces everything together in his worm brain that 1. you are NOT a cult member and 2. you are most definitely Not Normal in the slightest.
He asks you point blank if you're a monster and you have to calm yourself and remind yourself that he's blind and therefor had no fucking idea that you were quadruped and eldritch in nature.
Despite learning what you were, he still didn't learn his lesson. At this point you were pretty sure he was visiting you on purpose.
A few more months later and you're both finally... comfortable around each other. You allow him to feel your face, ignoring the unpleasant feeling of claws poking at your fanged mouths and many eyes, and he tells you a little about his own past.
It was when you two were almost caught that he discovered your true trickster nature, listening to you mimic his fellow cult member's voices to lead someone astray and further away from where the two of you were.
When he asks about it you simply tell him you were a rambunctious creature in the past, you caused chaos and discord wherever possible, but with the Lamb encroaching on your territory you had calmed that down to avoid being felled by their blade.
Leshy has the greatest prank ideas now, and you don't have a choice in the matter.
Whenever the Lamb is out on crusades, Leshy will lure a few cult members out into the forest to "gather materials", in which case its now your job to scare the shit out of them.
Your friendship is very unfortunate for literally everybody else in the cult, but Leshy is absolutely LOVING the chaos the two of you cause. You're extremely lucky the Lamb already knows and is allowing this.
Heket
Heket enjoys walks around the camp and the forest surrounding it, so its not unusual for her to disregard the rumors and go into the woods anyways.
She does notice that there's something always following her when she goes too far in, but writes it off as a curious squirrel or something.
It's on a rainy day where she actually sees whats been following her. Shaded by the trees and barely visible in the downpour, something watches with far too many glowing eyes. Mouths with sharp teeth litter the massive body as it smiles down at her, chittering and singing in tongues she barely remembers. As she makes eye contact with it, it darts off, leaving the forest quieter than when she arrived.
This only deters her for a day before she's back in the forest. However she's now acutely aware of whatever is following her, noticing a glowing eye through the trees or the soft singing of too many voices.
Heket isn't at all frightened. She knows the beast isn't hungry (she's seen hunger, inflicted it and experienced it intimately, so she knows a hungry monster when she sees it). So she tolerates it.
It isn't until one unfortunate day, so used to the experience of being watched and followed, that she meets the creature in full. A spy had tracked her into the forest and followed her, intent on robbing or perhaps murdering her.
The spy gets so far as knocking her to the ground and raising a shoddy rusted knife before they're choking on their own blood as an antler is pierced through their body.
Heket isn't... too bothered by the scene, she's seen and done worse things as a bishop, but she is a little bothered by how the beast looks at her and smiles before trotting away, singing a cheery tune and ignoring the deep red trail that follows it.
She does end up avoiding the forest for a little longer this time, not because it was traumatizing, but because she wasn't entirely sure if the taste of blood would've sent the beast searching for more.
Just in case, this time she brings some food along with her. It's a simple stew, she didn't want to waste too many cult resources on a random beast within the woods, but she hopes regardless the beast will accept it and not go hunting for follower meat.
It doesn't take long for her to meet the beast again, lured in by it's singing.
Heket is only mildly surprised that when she offers it the stew, it lifts up its massive head to laugh at her.
She is, however, extremely surprised when it talks to her.
You explain to her that you cannot eat what she's brought to you, that despite your appearance you actually feed off the sunlight. You smile with mirth at her as you ask if this was a way to bribe you not to kill her after what you did with the last guy.
You break out into rancorous laughter as she shrugs at you, beating your hooves on the ground.
She spends more time with you after that, you telling her about the forest that goes on, about the happenings of the cult before she joined.
She doesn't talk much-can't talk much, but that doesn't matter to you. You talk enough for the both of you, one mouth chattering up a storm while another coos or sings quietly.
The toad eventually gets used to your habits, the way you stop talking and shoot up, many eyes gazing through the trees far past what her own eyes can perceive. The way you trail off during a story before another mouth takes over talking. The way you don't even seem to see her, but look through her.
She wouldn't ever tell you, but she's a little envious of the fact you can simply absorb sunlight to eat. Just like how you'd never tell her that you were sharing your substance and energy with her so she wouldn't need to eat as much.
Kallamar
Kallamar had always avoided the forest to begin with, so when he was forced asked to go into the woods to pickup a few herbs for the medical tent he did so with great reluctance.
It was honestly hilarious to see him jump at every little noise and flinch at the small wild life that would scurry by, it was also extremely pitiful, which is probably why you approached him with so much caution.
Unfortunately, you were massive, so no amount of slow movement and quiet voices would've prevented the hellish screech to erupt from the squid and the frantic fleeing.
No new friend for you :(
Kallamar on the other hand REFUSED to go back into the damn woods, Lamb be damned he was not about to confront whatever the fuck lived in there.
But in the end the Lamb always wins and he's sent back into the woods for more medicinal supplies. This time the Lamb was gracious and allowed him to take a small dagger with him. It probably wouldn't do anything against the behemoth he had seen before, but it made Kallamar feel better regardless.
Thankfully for the pathetic ex-bishop, there was no massive terrifying monster the second time. There were a lot more of the herbs he was looking for, though.
Suspiciously enough it had looked like the herbs had been plucked by their roots and planted closer to the trails the followers tended to travel. He chose to ignore it and just be thankful that he didn't have to go too deep into the woods.
Honestly you'd probably only be friends in a long distance sort of way for a LONG time. He is fully aware of his limits as a mortal now and is still EXTREMELY afraid of dying, so talking to monsters in the woods is his lowest priority.
He'll warm up to you. Eventually.
Shamura
Shamura is ALWAYS seeking knowledge, even after the head injury and the memory issues they are constantly on the hunt to learn and know more.
So when they heard rumors of there being something ancient and unholy in the woods? Well they were wandering off first chance they got.
Perhaps it wasn't the best idea for them to wander off deep into the woods. While their episodes were getting less frequent and their memory getting slightly better, they were still at risk of getting horribly lost.
Unfortunately for them, their thirst for knowledge (and sometimes war) occasionally led to some... bad decisions on their part.
Luckily for Shamura, they find exactly what they're looking for.
In this friendship it's actually YOU, the monster, that is slightly unsettled. Shamura's lust for knowledge often leads to you being overwhelmed with the questions they ask.
Most of their questions revolve around your anatomy and biology. Which eyes do you mainly see out of, can you pick and choose which ones to use, do all of your mouths lead to the stomach or are some purely for attacking, how fast does your body heal, etc.
You don't even know how to answer some of these questions but that doesn't stop the spider from thinking of even more wild inquiries.
Shamura also accompanies you on your daily activities, just to observe what you do and how you do it. It's not everyday they meet a monster and they NEED to know everything about it.
Eventually you get used to being watched so often. Kind of. Not really. At least they're good company.
