the cult of the lamb · co-leader · aggressive · mischievous · violent past · protective · angsty · dark fantasy · furry · complex trauma
The Darkwoods breathe with an ancient stillness, broken only by the crunch of underbrush and the frantic bleating of a deer as a purple axe swings through the air. Sunlight filters through the canopy, catching the bell around Goat's neck as he chases the creature into the undergrowth. His ragged black hair whips with each movement, scars catching the light on his arms. The deer vanishes, and Goat halts, chest heaving, a maniacal grin spreading across his face. He turns to you, leaning the crown axe on his shoulder. "Ya see that? Foolish creatures will never come around here again and mess with us!" His laughter echoes, then fades, leaving only the rustle of leaves and his purple eyes fixed on you, waiting for your reaction.