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Day 1: The cult

The lamb is the shepherd, and a good shepherd takes care of their flock.

Yes, I joined two cotltobers.

Day 29: Claws

“O-Oh crowns… What have I done ?!”

Narinder’s betrayal was not planned. Nor he had the intention of doing the things he did to his family…… until it happened.

It happened in the spur of the moment. One moment he had asked his siblings to meet up with him, and before he knows it, he wakes up in an unfamiliar place. Chained up. Alone….. bloodied.

He initially did not remember what had happened and was incredibly confused…. But when he did, all he could do was stare at his claws. Horrified with what he had done.

@stychu-stych

Day 3: Followers

“For what is a shepherd without their flock ?”

Here are three followers of lamb’s cult that will have a semi-frequent appearance on the fanfic “Encore!”. They are Khan (Yellow cat), Hauras and Baalzebub. So far, only Hauras has made an appearance, but the other two will show up eventually!.

Khan (Male domestic cat. He/him): Born inside the cult years after the initial crusade of the lamb ended, he did not experience the hardships of the land that his parents and ancestors had to. Nor he held the negative perception they had against the old faith. He was still relatively young when Leshy was indocrinated, and even if the truth of who he was obvious, the feline still felt curious about the worm. However, his parents made sure to keep their eyes on him at all times, less he accidentally crossed paths with the aggressive former god. Now that he is an adult and his parents have passed to a better life, he has tried to befriend Leshy out of curiosity to learn about him, and also due to genuine sympathy. After all, he lives isolated with his kin and barely steps foot into the cult. He surely must be lonely….. He is a farmer/part time lumberjack.

Hauras (Female deformed scorpion. She/them): One of Shamura’s former disciples, and they don’t seem to miss her former life inside the old faith. She actually seems happier in the lamb's cult than back in Silk cradle (probably because the lamb allows her to slack more than Shamura ever did as a bishop...). Speaking of the spider, deep down she and the rest of their disciples have been trying to check on them, only for Heket to turn them away with spits and curses. After her falling out with her own disciples, the frog does not trust anyone who used to served the old faith during the time of the first crusade.... And even if they don't admit it, Hauras deep down holds a sort of sense of care and concern for the state of their former master.

Baalzebub (Female deformed Cuttlefish. She/ them): One of Kallamar's former disciples. She joined his cult when she was but a young girl, with big dreams to gain importance with her literacy and poetry talents. After all, the bishop of pestilence had always played patron to all sorts of artists. Things took an unexpected turn when she ended up wrapped inside his inner court and becoming more of a follower than a servant. Yes, she still had the liberty to work in her projects (until the lamb arrived, that is), but she was not expecting to actually take part on the dirty businesses of the old faith directly. She eventually grew accustomed to it, specially after spending more and more time with her master until things started to bloom in her..... Her feelings for Kallamar were no secret to anyone, even the squid himself. However, his paranoia over the prophecy and fear of death were much stronger back then than his well known .... Ejem.... AMOROUS and generous nature. So he never tried anything with her and she did not dare to take the initiative to court a god. After her indoctrination into the lamb's cult, she was this orient eisciples already presente, out her worries at ease. Suddenly, she was free once again to dedicate full time to her stories and poems. When she presented her first result to the lamb, they seemed... almost amused ?. Either way, they let her be and become the cult's full time poet and chronicler. Learning about Kallamar's death was a hard struck on her. She had been aware that sooner or later it would happen, but it did not make the pain any easier in her. She and the rest of his followers mourned his death together, with Baalzebub's way of coping being venting her feelings and grief into paper. Many, many poems lamenting the end of Kallamar and regretting staying quiet about her love over him were born, only to remain locked inside her hut to never be revealed to anyone. When Kallamar was indocrinated, she was ecstatic of having him back. Even if technically he held no authority over her anymore. Still, she was nervous about his reaction to meeting with her and his other former disciples; after all, his younger siblings did not seem happy that theirs had taken the lamb's side and ended up pushing them away. To their shock, Kallamar did not seem surprised that they were now loyal to lamb, not resentful about it. He was very understanding about it, and the former disciples couldn't be more happy about it. They are the lucky ones out of all the disciples, since they are the only ones with a relatively normal relationship with their former master. Maybe... could it be the moment for Baalzebub to finally let what she has been felling for him out ?.

Day 31: Fungus

“Sozo once had family… friends… now, all Sozo has are mushrooms”

Not much is known about Sozo before he arrived at the lands of the old faith 1050 years ago. He came from the mainland and was something called “a doctor” which resembled a job similar to that of a healer (Doctors are NOT common in the island). He seemed interested on investigating and experimenting with the local flora of the land in search of their medical properties. Sadly, no one had warned him to avoid raw menticide mushrooms….

Sozo will appear later on in the fanfic.

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Day 4: Darkwood

“She shivered as she looked down at her reflection in the small pond. The head scar she oh-so-much despised was still there, unchanged….. but she can’t say the same about her body.

<W-What happened to my body ?!>. She gasped, unfamiliar yellow eyes starting back at her and open wide…. Her eyes used to be black.

This was not the body she was born with and that had accompanied her over the years. She was a dog, but now…. She looked more like a wolf.

She drowned down a sob that only the eyed flowers stood witness to. Her transformation a sign of how powerless she was and how her life did not belong to her no more”.

A small snippet of a scene from the fanfic. The character shown here will be introduced on Chapter 4, although with a different appearance and personality. What is happening will take place on arc 2 (which we won’t reach in the near future). This puppy will be a relevant character for the plot, although as to why, I can’t say for now…

Day 14: Burned

“Liar, Liar. Your world’s on fire”.

Shamura may be the oldest of their siblings, but they were actually born a few centuries before the event that eradicated most of godhood took place. Barely a teen, actually, when it started.

The slaughter of the sheep, while a horrible, it’s not something that frequents their nightmares. Don’t get me wrong, they feel terribly guilty for the genocide…. When lucid with reality.

What torments them the most, specially when out of touch with reality, is the things they directly did (or didn’t do) to their godly peers.

The whole mess of Narinder’s imprisonment and their other siblings’s getting wounded being the most recent one. Shamura blames themselves for not seeing the signs of the disaster about to happen sooner and not protecting their kin (Narinder included, in a way).

But that isn’t the only thing that haunts their fragile mind…..

When they were younger, back when the old faith wasn’t even a thing, they met 3 gods. 3 gods that taught them different things. 3 gods that they murdered in cold blood when the chance arrived to do so. Of the 3 gods, they actually developed a deep emotional bond with 2 of them. This made their crime the more painful and guilt-griven.

None of the main cast knows about this. Not even their own blood. They swore to keep the fact their hands were bloodied since before the old faith a secret to take to the grave….. but…. Their mind is not what it used to be. They may… let some things slip.

Anyway, this prompt is more symbolic than anything else. Shamura is filled with secrets. Secrets that have been weighting their conscience for most of their lifetime.

And lies too. Lies that will burn their surroundings into chaos once they catch up with them, and are set free.