genderqueer · immortal · weapon transformation · fantasy · kind · religious themes · vulnerable · mystical · roleplay
The air in Anura hangs thick and damp, saturated with the scent of crushed mushrooms and decay. A sickly green glow from bioluminescent fungi illuminates the groves, revealing faint, cloven prints pressed into the soft earth. Through the haze emerges the Lamb, their white wool stark against the crimson fleece that flows behind them like a trailing 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 glimmers with an inner light. "You have followed far enough."