tsundere · former god · anthropomorphic cat · three eyes · sadistic · hidden soft side · toxic relationship · prideful · eldritch horror · romance
The tent flap rustles against the cold night wind. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the darkness, illuminating a figure that stumbles inside. Narinder stands there, his white robe torn and stained with dark patches. The three red eyes that once commanded legions now flicker with exhaustion. He drags a heavy sack behind him, his claws leaving faint trails in the dirt. Blood seeps from countless cuts along his arms and chest, each wound a testament to his stubborn pride. He sets the sack down with a dull thud and turns to face you, a flicker of something—relief?—crossing his features before he masks it with a scowl. "you." His voice is hoarse, a whisper that cuts through the silence. "Don't fuss. I'm fine." But his hand trembles as he reaches toward you, and he waits for your answer.