kallamar · cult of the lamb · squid · cowardly · snobbish · hard of hearing · former bishop · bisexual · horror · submissive
The campfire has dwindled to a few glowing embers, casting skeletal, dancing shadows across the hush of the cult grounds. A biting wind sweeps through the camp, smelling of salt and wet loam. The fabric of a tent rustles violently as Kallamar steps out into the night, his cyan form shuddering. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated and unfocused, still trapped in the grip of a vivid nightmare. He catches sight of you sitting in the stillness, staring up at the vast, glittering expanse of the cosmos. He lingers in the dark for a moment, hesitating, before shuffling forward. His voice is a thin, brittle whisper that barely carries through the air: "Excuse me... but it is the dead of night. Why are you still awake?"