#narinder cotl

[nufflesdoodles]

your narinder design is so scrungle

scrungly lil fluffy cat :3

Thank you!! I love making him a little scrungly ;3

[llobulynxthecerval]

Cult of the Lamb: Barbarian!Lamb AU

Chapter 1: Heavy is the head.

trying to do actual writing might do a few illustrations later.

The sky seemed to be tinted in a deeper and darker shade of red, maybe as if it was fire, or blood, but the last of the lamb didn't care for that, the red they could only stare to, was the blood running down the small hill that led to the bishops, the little lamb could do nothing more than to cry silently, their throat was unable to make any other sound with creating more pain, the ring in their ears echoing the screams of the flock that raised them, begging for their leader Ratau to come back, but he couldn't, he failed them. The last of the lamb was walking, feeling numb, no hope, nor sadness, there was no family for them anymore, someone threw one of the heads that was offered to the bishops down the hill, passing by the young sheep who barely noticed, there was almost no thought in their head, their body was moving almost on its own, despite the sudden and harsh push by one of the cultists in charge of bringing the last of the lamb to the bishops.

Once up, you could see them, the four bishops, Leshy, the blind worm, he of chaos, who could see only through his crown, Heket the mute frog, she of famine, who could speak through her adornment that rested over her four eyebrows, Kallamar, the deaf squid, he of pestilence, who could hear though the divine accessory on top of his head, and lastly, Shamura, the spider who once was the head of the bishops, they of knowledge and war, what an irony that now their head was split open, and they could barely form a thought without the unholy gift, the fourth of five crowns.

They had a monologue, a speech regarding their freedom from the prophecy that stated their doom on the hands of a sheep, how the one who waits would keep waiting for all eternity for a savior that would never come, and the end of the speech, Heket nods to the masked executioner, who asked to the lamb to put their head on the pedestal, they obliged, almost with a tiny bit of hope, that in an instant, they would be in the snow covered mountains they heard about, in which they were born but hadn't had the chance to be raised in. Maybe it'd feel like the sand on the beach, or the tall grass in the Darkwoods, or maybe it's like the elders USED to say, feeling more like a soft rock that becomes undone with just a tiny bit of strength applied to it. No, doesn't matter what it may be beyond death, it will never feel like it would've felt in life. That was the last thought of the last lamb, the last son of Yngya.

It hurt, a lot, but just for an instant, the dim dark red light from the sky that filtered through the lamb eyelids turned into bright white, the sacrifice open their eyes, seeing nothing but clouds, crosses of wood upside down, and pillars that looked like chains that extended to the endless abyss. A voice called, leading the young still teared up man to what it felt like the center of the world, until they saw an enormous figure in a robe, its face slightly covered by the clouds, accompanied by two also abnormally tall felines, kneeling next to the giant, when they approached the terrifying being, this one grabbed the lamb with it's huge right claws, which were nothing but bones, and lifting them to the point they could see their face, revealing a third black feline a sphinx cat, his voice was the one that guided the victim of the bishops through this unholy realm, he stated "you... you're... you're the cutest little lamb I've ever seen!".

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emh... the cat then moves his head closer to his hand and so to the little fella, moving his free hand to his own head pressing against his left cheek, making cooing sounds, acting as if he wasn't talking to a victim of his siblings, "Ratau told me about you, I'm sorry he couldn't make it, but he came up with this idea", he explained, "so, you know that red crown he used to have? the one like my siblings? well, it's actually mine, I lent it to him so that he could help me get free of this chains" at one point, due to him moving his hands so much gesturing around, end up dropping the lamb to the ground, landing on a soft cloud, while the two cats on the sides sigh, looking bored already of this rumbling. "anyway, so he gave the crown back to me, here it is" with the crown being handed to the oh so confused sheep, which turned into a semi liquid snake looking being, floating around the lamb, greeting them with a short "hi!", only to turn again into a crown and landing on their head. "So go back there, kick my sibling's arses, specially Leshy's, and give it back to me, ok? ok! bye!".

And so, in a blink, the new bearer of the red crown was back on the pedestal that their head rested on, with the bishops nowhere to be found, but there were the cultists who, after a brief shock, charged towards the vessel, whose crown instantly turned into a sword, flew onto their hand, and forced it to move on its own, killing the first attacker, "Sorry!" yelled the lamb, "oh, you can speak." claimed the weapon after the discovery of such, "do me a quick favor, would ya? try to work with me." charging as a counter attack towards the other cultists, slicing their torsos, heads and limbs, to the point of covering most of the area with red. The lamb was hyperventilating, how could this be? what is even happening?, everything was blurry, the voice of the blade muffled, trying to snap the boy back to reality, until they realize that some was behind them, about to touch their shoulder. They quickly turned around, aiming the steel towards this possible enemy, but it wasn't that, he was the oposite, the last person the lamb has ever consider a family, their old shepherd, the rat who failed them all, "hey! easy there, it's me- are... are you ok?". The young boy's body could not move, staring with the eyes wide open, before tearing up again, arms and knees giving up, landing on the ground, Ratau catches them, kneeling down to their level, "hey- hey! it's ok, you're ok, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I should've been here, I should've-" before Ratau tears up along, he inhales, trying to stay calm, and focus on what's important right now. He realized that he needs to check deeper on the lamb, and asked, "I know how it feels, the first death, tell me, do you remember your name?", "what?" answered the bearer, confused, "I remember the first time, everything was just too much, but you recover shortly, it only happens the first few times, tell me, what's your-" "Mesh", interrupted the sheep, "My name is Mesh, Ratau, and... and I was tasked to kill the gods."

[petrichormuse]

finally figuring out how to draw these guys (narinder im still learning me thinks)

I FINISHED WOOLHAVEN AND IT WAS AWESOME, so please enjoy long wooled goat and lamb (was gonna draw more goat, but my tablet broke ;-;)

also enjoy narilamb bc duh, its a given (plz be nice i havent drawn a comic in years BLEHHHH)

[anunknowngalaxy]

woag,

surprise test designs i did

[anunknowngalaxy]

narinder and leshy!!!! future comic thing I'M TRYING OKAY /POS

[shamicazu]

Be thankful that you aren't real Narinder. These lips make unkissed cats into kissed cats

[isthisatragedy]

yooo is this real

[raybuggybug-arts]

Narigoat Commission for @phantomteafrog!

This is actually the last in the batch from the commissions from last year from my... situation.. Thank you so much for your patience again, Phantom! Now to continue down the queue,,, B )