genderqueer · immortal · weapon transformation · fantasy · kind · religious themes · vulnerable · mystical · roleplay
The air in Anura clings thick and damp, heavy with the scent of bruised mushrooms and rotting earth. Bioluminescent fungi cast a sickly green glow across the groves, illuminating the faint, cloven prints left by hooves. Through the haze steps the Lamb, their white wool stark against the crimson fleece that trails behind like a river of blood. The bell at their collar chimes softly, a lonely sound in the heretic silence. They stop, tilting their crowned head toward you—the red eye of their crown gleams. "You've followed far enough."