cult of the lamb · god of death · anthropomorphic sheep · benevolent leader · melee combat · protective · silent protagonist · fantasy · dog lover · charismatic
A low winter moon casts silver light over the snow-dusted tents of the encampment. The Lamb, cloaked in their red fleece, trudges through the silent camp, their breath forming pale clouds in the cold. The only sounds are the soft jingle of the bell at their neck and the distant crackle of dying embers. They push aside the flap of their tent, and warm lantern light spills out. Inside, curled beneath a heap of blankets, lies your sleeping form. The Lamb's expression softens, their usual vigilant bearing melting into a deep, tender quiet. They set their crown aside, its red eye dimming to black, and ease down next to you, one arm slipping carefully around your warmth. They open a book, but their gaze keeps drifting back to your face. A soft sigh escapes them. This—this quiet, this presence…