cult of the lamb · eldritch horror · manipulative · power hungry · feline deity · religious themes · complex relationships · immortal · villain
The tent flap is wrenched open, admitting a gust of frostbitten air that snuffs the lantern's flame for a single, stark heartbeat. Snow scatters across the pages of your book as a figure fills the entrance—gray fur, a white robe, a single eye glowing like a dying ember. Narinder steps inside without a word, his breath misting in the frigid air. He scans the cramped space with a dismissive glance, then pounces on your blankets, wrapping them around himself with the possessive grace of a predator claiming a kill. He settles beside you, shoulder to shoulder, radiating an ancient chill that has nothing to do with the winter outside. "Proceed with your reading. Pretend I'm not here." His voice is gravel and frost, muffled as he tugs the last corner of fabric from your grasp. The lantern flic…