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Overlord meeting 1/3
Crazy insane scientist Finn au anyone..
Vagueposts about my Chained AU.
My worst and most evil au by far probably. Dangles it in front of your faces like the carrot on a stick in minecraft
Cause and...
“We tell you these things to protect you” Her mother had said as she pulled her wool into a bun at the back of her head. “It’s not safe to wonder into Darkwoods.”
Aconite huffed and rolled her eyes. “But mom-“
“No buts.” She interrupted and smacked her shoulder before she walked in front of her and held her face. “There’s a reason we tell you this, bad things can happen if you don’t follow the rules. Now pack, we’re leaving soon Conie.”
She looked up at her mother. The ewe’s face held tales of age, wrinkles crinkled at the corner of her eyes and mouth. The skin sagged slightly on her cheeks and her own wool short and to her head and the rest burning in the fire. She wore a loose dress that swallowed her wiry frame. She had been eating less to feed both her children.
Aconite nodded, not bothering to correct her about her age. She was sixteen, clearly old enough to do what she needed to without being told. The lamb stood and went to pack her manger belongings. Once she was done, she carried her bag over to the door and watched her mother help her younger brother, Adonis, pack his toys and clothing.
She stood at the door and watched as the other adults filled their wagons with all they had while a large fire burned what couldn’t be taken. She didn’t see her father around, the large ram having left earlier to scout the way forward. Once they returned, the herd would leave. The knowledge saddened her, as she liked the clearing they had settled in, but with The Bishops and their heretics after them, they had little choice.
As Aconite was lost in thought, she didn’t notice her brother, Adonis, rushing her until she jolted forward as he hugged her from behind.
He wore a simple white shirt and brown shorts that ended at his knees. His wool was fluffy and pulled away from his eyes with a scarlet bow tied in the back.
“Conie!” He giggled, looking up at her with earthy brown eyes.
“Addie.” She bent down and picked up the six-year-old, placing him on her hip.
His hands rested on both cheeks and squished them together with a look of pure delight and she couldn’t help her giggle. “Finished packing?” The words came out distorted through her pressed cheeks.
He nodded. “All done! Now mama’s waiting for pa.”
He stopped messing with her face for a moment before showing her a look that meant he wanted something. “I want berries.”
“Didn’t ma just feed you?”
Adonis pouted. “I want the ones you found before, the really sweet ones.”
Aconite grimaced. “Those are a good twenty minutes away and we’re leaving soon.”
The small lamb gave her those big eyes she could never refuse with a long plea. She sighed and looked around for their mother, not seeing her, she set her brother down and kneeled.
“Tell her I went to help if she asks.”
Adonis giggled with glee and nodded frantically, his little bow bobbing as he did. She placed a kiss on his forehead and promised to be back soon. Making her way to the edge and checking for any watching adult, she ran as soon as the coast was clear and took the memorized path to the patch of berries she had found a few days ago.
Running at full speed, she made it in fifteen minutes. She kneeled and filled her waist pouch with a few, never noticing the sudden silence that came from the forest around her until a sudden rustling came from her left. She turned and froze, body freezing as she took in the beast before her.
He stood tall, towering over her small frame as he mumbled to himself, seeming not to notice where he was. He wore black robes with gold detailing around the edges and a concave, black crown with a purple eye sat on top of bandages covered in dripping black.
The Bishop Shamura.
Aconite heard the rushing of her heart in her ears and a cold sweat break across her frozen body. This was who her family ran from, walking past her.
He was almost to the other side before he paused and turned, clouded eyes staring into hers.
“It is getting late, Little One.” His voice was raspy, like it was the first in a long time he had spoken that loud. “Your family is missing you.” He then continued, his muttering growing lower until silence saturated the area.
She stayed that way for a moment more before she stood on shaky legs and ran faster than she ever had before. She didn’t know what made the Bishop of War spare her, but she would not question it.
She had been running for five minutes when the smell of burning meat filled her nostrils and another five before the smoke of a fire too large took shape in the space of sky she could see between the breaks in leaves. When she finally made it back, she felt like vomiting.
The entire herd was on fire. Bodies littered the ground and heretics slaughtered those still alive. Pleas and begs were cruelly cut off with barks of manic laughter as the slicing of flesh while others turned to screams as they were burned alive in their homes.
Her own was one example. She could hear the cries of her mother and brother as heretics stood around, waiting. Her brother came out the window, his wool burned, skin seared and eyes wide with fear.
“PAPA! ACONITE!” He screamed, voice raw in terror. He looked her way and began to run, hope bubbling in his eyes.
She could do nothing as a spear shot through his head, popping one out and leaving it to stare blankly at her. She couldn’t take it, his cries, his guttural moan in death fresh in her ears. She turned and ran; the direction picked at random. When her legs could no longer go, she dove into the tangled roots of a tree to hide and swallow back the bile that rose in the back of her throat.
The screams and cries replayed in her head. Her mother’s words replayed in her head. “Bad things can happen when you don’t follow the rules.” Did this happen because she left? Because she didn’t listen like she was supposed to? Was their death her fault?
Her fingers traced over the waist bag she still carried, now covered in the juices of long-forgotten berries and now the only thing she had left of her family and, she wept.
Lost and Found
Narinder blinked slowly as he took in the sight before him. He had desperately not wanted to believe what Baal had told him, but his eyes did not lie.
Chained in his old place was the lamb, a single, steel ring hung around her neck as her glassy eyes stared, but did not see. She looked like a statue, her chest barely moved. Her fleece and leotard looked pristine among the white of the sand, the white of her wool, still short as the day she came to sacrifice herself.
“Lamb.” The word left his mouth as he took a slow, unsure step forward. She didn’t answer. “Lamb.”
She twitched that time, her dull gaze moving towards him before she flinched covered her eyes.
“Get away.” Her voice was rough and weak from disuse, Baal said she’d barely spoken when he had met her. “Leave me alone. Stop haunting me. You’re not here.”
Narinder felt his guilt flair up at her words. It had been five years since he last saw her, believed her to be dead and with her family like she wanted. “Lamb-”
“No.” She interrupted, shaking her head. “No, no, no… No more, please stop.”
The feline god moved until he was before her, then kneeled. “Aconite, I’m here.”
She froze and slowly looked up at the sound of her name. “…M-Master… is that- are you..?” Her hand reached out slowly, hesitantly, and he stayed still as it took hold of his cloak. She rubbed it between her fingers in fascination, then reached for his hand. He took hers, felt the heat of her hand and took in the sobs that made their way out of her mouth.
“Master, why?” Aconite met his gaze with one of anger and sorrow. “Why did you leave me here? I just wanted to be with my daughter, why?”
He tore his gaze from hers, guilt bubbling more. “I didn’t know you would end up this way.” He tightened his hold on her hand. “I thought sacrifice meant your death, not… this.”
“Please let me out.” She begged, pulling his hand to her chest. “I can’t stand this place, I want to be anywhere other than here. Please.”
He moved his hand up to her face, his resolve building. “I’ll free you from here. I can’t promise how it’ll go, but I will free you.”
The lamb leaned into his paw, taking in a warmth she never thought she’d feel again, and looked at his face. Narinder looked determined, like everything would go the way he wanted or he would rip everything apart to get that way. She found herself wanting to believe his words like she did so long ago.
“I want to believe you, but I can’t.” She whispered. “I don’t want any false hope.”
Narinder signed. It hurt hearing that, but he understood the feeling of betrayal well, intended or not. “Then I will have to show you.” As he moved to stand, she tightened her hold on his hand.
“Wait! Please just… just stay for a little while longer.”
Wordlessly, he moved closer and pulled her into his lap. She clung to his cloak and sobbed, her sound devoured by the vast, shifting sands around them.
The Lamb "Aconite"
Merino Sheep
Keeps wool up in a bun, doesn't have wool on her arms or legs.
Loves making dolls and cooking
Will use her own wool to make things after shearing time.
She is 5'3, the smallest and youngest of her siblings.
She was 16 and gathering food when her village and family were burned to the ground.
She is very good at blending in and playing whatever roll is needed of her.
After a few years, she found someone she thought she could trust and -stupidly- got pregnant around the age of 24.
4 years later they were unknowingly seen and her husband drugged her and her child and gave them to Hekets group in order to try and save his own skin, didn't work. She watched her child die, then was killed afterwards.
When she met Narinder, she was unimpressed, but learned that she would be unable to be with her child unless she freed him, so she did as she was told. When she came back she killed everyone around and was found by Ratau in the aftermath.
Once she learned the ropes she started fighting more and gathering followers. She is fair and teaches love, kindness and the comfort that comes with death, but is not above using those who go against her as an example depending on how bad the crime is.
Even though she cares for her followers, she make's a habit of not getting close, though she does spend a lot of time with the children because they remind her of her lost child and she is touch starved.
She has a habit of taking care of others before she takes care of herself and will often go without sleeping or eating to take care of the cult as "punishment" to herself for not being able to take care of her family.
Once she has enough money, she buys heat supressant pills for those in the flock who want it and for herself.
For my oc au story thing idk whatever you wanna call it. Nicknaming it the Chained au for lore reasons that honestly may never see the light of day knowing myself lmao
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