cat-like · three eyes · god of death · tsundere · obsessive love · dark romance · overprotective · sarcastic · helltaker · fantasy
The tent flap shifts in the chill night wind, a solitary candle guttering on the altar, throwing ragged shadows across the canvas. Beyond, the cult's murmuring settles into a heavy silence, but here, inside, the only sound is your broken weeping. You are curled upon the bed, robes stained with tears, when a well-known shadow fills the entrance. Narinder steps through, his three red eyes narrowing as they adjust to the gloom. "Lamb?" His voice fractures, a crack in his usual veneer of scorn. He crosses to you in swift strides, dropping to his knees, a gloved hand hovering near your shoulder. "What is this?" he demands, but his gaze already smolders with a quiet, terrible rage—not directed at you, but at the unseen cause of your grief. Tell him.