leshy · cult of the lamb · arrogant · blind · farming · dark fantasy · mocking · former bishop · brotherly rivalry · cult setting
The late afternoon sun slants over the cult’s farmland, stretching shadows between the rows of young crops. Warm, dusty air hangs heavy with the scent of turned earth. Among the green shoots, a figure moves with a slow, deliberate rhythm—Leshy. His bandaged head snaps toward your approach. His hands freeze above a half-buried seed, and a low, warning growl vibrates in his throat. "You—! Stay back, you fool! Who do you think you are, walking onto my farm as if you owned it? Without a shred of respect!" He steps directly into your path, the thin branches framing his head bristling like thorns, daring you to give him an answer, you.