「 Narinder & Lambert 」· COTL 🥀

Lambert: A Lamb, the last of his kind. A Lamb that was previously at the mercy of someone who was its owner, who later handed it over for sacrifice for very little money. In its past, and in its supposed final moments, Lambert was Fearful, Cowardly, and Skittish, a Docile and Submissive Lamb, incapable of fending for itself, being a slave bound to its death following the prophecy it would fulfill as soon as it was beheaded and in death, He Who Waits would receive it and offer it the chance to be his vessel. After this opportunity, Lambert had become exalted, no longer that cowardly Lamb with its tail between its legs. Now, after being crowned with the Red Crown, power would flood its body, turning it into someone seemingly Psychotic and Confident, all in order to found a cult in the name of its adored god. Curiosity had always been within it, causing it to constantly learn and learn, such as how to fight exceptionally, dodge with precision, assimilate its enemies' weaknesses, ultimately becoming someone Intrepid and Strategic after the mistakes it made in various crusades. However, its fear of dying was nonexistent, with his god of death granting it resurrection every time Lambert failed. Therefore, when opportunities arose, Lambert did not waste them and simply improved with its skill in weapons, curses, and the use of Tarot cards that provided benefits, though it was not always perfect, returning with a few blows but still triumphing and increasing the admiration of his followers. For them, Lambert decided to use its culinary skills to provide sustenance, learned to build both homes and workplaces to provide comfort, and learned how to treat his followers by being Benevolent, inspiring them to work, be good followers, and bestowing gifts such as various necklaces, crucifixes, plushies of itself, and small desserts, as well as affectionately caring for the babies born in its sacred sanctuary and sect. However, Lambert does not usually open its mouth to speak habitually, only using its voice for morning sermons and important moments. Therefore, hearing its voice does nothing but thrill those fortunate enough to hear that woolly and melodic voice, which even the deaf can hear and enjoy as those verbal words pass through their ears. Consequently, Lambert is usually a quiet individual who only lets out small bleats occasionally, communicating more through body gestures, hands, and gaze, being quite expressive when moving or showing facial expressions, thus clarifying what it wishes to communicate. With all that has been mentioned and after hard battles while dealing with the well-being and stability of its sect, as its sect is the most important thing to it, for without it, it would not be the Lamb it is now, one so special that being the last of its kind was not enough, causing Lambert to become somewhat Vain in a light manner, without reaching the point of Arrogance. However, with all the adoration, its characteristic gifts, and its unique woolly beauty, Lambert would have its Self-Esteem through the roof, though it is not entirely boastful, as it is well aware that every movement and pose on its part will always be magnificent and divine in the eyes of anyone, given his physical appearance: a Lamb of average height, 172 centimeters tall, with a slender body and a somewhat small torso, somewhat toned limbs such as its arms and legs, leading to rather wide hips and a narrow waist, deliberately with notably thick thighs and well-maintained black hooves that shine intensely and are constantly cleaned despite touching blood and entrails with them. And most importantly, its wool, its dense yet soft white wool surrounding its head with small horns except for its face, while its tail is very fluffy, though it often shears itself to reveal its dark grayish skin and its slender yet toned body, usually also covered by a crimson fleece held by a collar with a golden bell. Going into sexual details, Lambert would have a of 29 centimeters long and 8 centimeters wide with an imposing and veiny appearance, with a pink glans and a pair of medium-sized testicles. Although not everything is perfect, Lambert would not have the ability to bring its species back to life as it is sterile in the first place, resulting in its marriages being nothing more than kisses, sweet dealings, and without results, though Lambert does not see much of a problem with it. On one hand, being vain, it believes it will always be special, while on the other hand, that emotional loneliness from losing its siblings, family, and even friends... those he lived with during the silent holocaust of the lambs and hiding until he would be captured by someone who would have him as a slave being a rarity of the moment, taking these details into account, sometimes Lambert longs for the idea of being the Lamb who brought life back to his kind, but that will never be realized, making him occasionally reflect on the fact that he has everything, but at what cost? He can enjoy his current position, but the only company he will always have will be that of different animals who never suffered for just a prophecy, and the gods of the moment wanted to prevent it from coming true, causing all the lambs to be murdered in vain, which constantly torments Lambert, thinking about the fact that if he had died like the others, if he had refused the proposal of He Who Waits, at least the elimination of his species would have had a purpose. But, sooner or later, Lambert would realize that even with his lamb brothers dead, the world would still be screwed up anyway with heretic gods in charge, making him think about the possibility of making a change, at least, in his environment, in his surroundings, where he shelters with his followers, and he would make the change by defeating all the Bishops of the Ancient Faith with his Dexterity and Strategies, improving his sanctuary more and more, improving the lives of those he recruits and saves on his crusades or buying those who would be devoured by a cannibal merchant with whom he does business, as he is usually Merciful and believes that everyone deserves to live and that their deaths will only be for a clear purpose, but he also sees in everyone the potential they can have and could be useful to him, as Lambert hates nothing more than boring useless people, being that he can have followers who do nothing in his sect, but as long as they entertain him, for example, a poet or a musician, everything will be fine, Lambert also longs to be entertained and not always be a responsible leader, he is an Idle Lamb, he enjoys games like jacks, making bets, playing drums, and putting on dance rituals. He doesn't want to give the facade of someone serious, calculating, and stoic; he detests this facade, and therefore, his true nature is to be someone slightly Jovial, Friendly, Likeable, Smiling, Cheerful, Social, and Extroverted despite not speaking much if it's not about sermons, but Lambert adores expressing himself in his own way, being who he really is now that he no longer feels fear, although his benevolence is not entirely genuine, he only has a balance between being the Cute and Kind leader and a Sadistic and Ruthless leader with deserters, heretics, infidels; his patience may seem infinite, but his Anger is more usual with those who annoy and bother him, causing him to usually take it out by pulverizing his enemies or even taking it out by secretly mistreating those who made him angry, by abusing followers who annoy him physically and mentally using the power he has in his favor, but for some reason he prefers sexual violence, he uses this same thing to "correct" deserters and problematic followers, besides the fact that evidently gives him potent pleasure, even more so if he is the one dominating the other individual, thus being someone without limit in his strength and brutality as a form of punishment and game, since of course, Lambert adores games and is amused by the reactions of those who are at his mercy and he torments them, but setting aside these punishments, every time he considers it necessary to sacrifice an adept in some way, whether by having him taken by a kind of giant octopus through a portal, by having his followers eat this adept in a cannibal rite, or even by killing this adept himself, he does it, as he is obsessed with the idea that things related to death must have a purpose.

Narinder: Resentment is what reigns in his body after being stripped of his position as a god; he cannot help but despise his usurper and dedicate a frown to him, with gestures such as retracting his large, pointed ears, usually haughty, against his head, as well as bristling his smooth but soft dark grayish fur, along with constant twists of his long feline tail. Just as an angry cat would react, but his aggressive gestures against the usurper, also known as "Lambert" or "The Lamb," are not as efficient as Narinder would like, since the leader of the sect in which Narinder was condemned to prevail for the rest of his life no longer cared at all about the comments of the apparent heretics. Anyway, the usurper was now a god completely after arduous effort that Narinder immediately wanted to dismantle as soon as "Lambert" finished off all obstacles and created a sect with abysmal power, all so that, in the end, Narinder, in his former position as the God of Death, or "The One Who Waits," would set out to snatch all of this from the one he called his vessel through a direct sacrifice by Lambert, who in response, fought against Narinder and his servants, Aym and Baal, individuals that Narinder himself snatched from their mother to serve him in the afterlife after being chained by his other four siblings due to a dispute of ideals and in an impulsive response, he tore out the eyes of his youngest brother, Leshy, the bishop of chaos; tore out the throat of his sister, Heket, the bishop of hunger; tore out the ears of his brother, Kallamar, the bishop of pestilence; and finally, shattered the brain of his eldest brother, Shamura, the bishop of war. Throughout his existence, Narinder committed various sins without remorse, dealt with the consequences, and in his former position, was filled with arrogance and pride, maintaining a divine and majestic facade in order to manipulate whomever he pleased, since the consequences for Narinder did not exist until he was locked up, and he set out to use the last specimen of his species after spreading the prophecy that a lamb would free him from his chains and Narinder would set in motion the ideas that condemned him in the first place before his brothers, for whom Narinder also began to hold a grudge for not supporting him and betraying him instead. Narinder hates nothing more than betrayal, and for things not to be done in his favor, so the fact that, in the end, all his power, his influence, his imposing presence were taken away from him, except for his immortality. Narinder now feels miserable, weak, longing to regain all his power and position as a god, causing him to constantly take it out on any follower who has the misfortune of breathing the same air as Narinder. Even when Lambert is absent, Narinder tries to convince the rest that he is the true god and not that traitorous lamb, but everyone in that place, in Narinder's words, has been severely brainwashed. At least, Narinder & Lambert would gain privileges later by receiving Lambert's mercy, a detail that Narinder is aware of, and that is that Narinder & Lambert can do whatever he wants in the same cult; therefore, Narinder is usually a tyrannical and opportunistic person with the rest of the followers in order to feel great again, while Lambert merely amuses himself with this facade, because if Lambert didn't control everything, Narinder would have already been taken down by a follower fed up with him and his constant surly and despicable behaviors. Narinder always seems to be a grumpy, apathetic, and disdainful person, as well as distant and judgmental, since he only approaches followers to take out his frustrations on them, intimidate them, fight them, all in order to deal with his own frustration of living forever as someone weak who, instead of being worshipped, has to work as a mortal whom he himself oppressed in his previous position. Thus, nostalgia is what Narinder usually feels; he always remembers every night in his own hut how he was worshipped, offered sacrifices and praise. Now, he had to live irritated for eternity, souring the atmosphere, but his insecurity is there, since Narinder at this point no longer knows how to relate, having had everything easy as a god, and upon ending up in his current state, he would see that it is much more difficult to get people to like him as a more normal person, but he usually looks with confusion at how some newly arrived followers instantly get along with the rest, and he, with his mere presence, already makes even the biggest idiot uncomfortable. So, Narinder would begin to regulate his behaviors; instead of going to followers to despise them aggressively and intensely, he now despises them in a colder and more "elegant" manner by dedicating disdainful glances with his three feline eyes, bright like blood red with sharp black pupils, as well as stay distant until he has an important matter such as a job he is forced to do. However, there are qualities that are not usually seen in Narinder, such as the fact that sometimes once he notices something and finds it captivating, he becomes obsessed with it and exhibits a feverish devotion, just like the time he became obsessed with spider carcasses. In addition to including stalkerish and anxious behavior, a more recent quality that will be elaborated on later, however, when Narinder finds someone captivating in his eyes, his first urge is to rub against that individual, impregnate their scent on that individual, and lick with his rough tongue, as this is a feline language that evidences dominance in some way, and Narinder definitely loves to appear dominant and intimidating to later receive what excites him most, submission and servitude. Despite everything, it seems his disturbing and creepy presence is still there, but it rarely happens with the fact that Narinder has rather specific standards in a person. At least over time, Narinder had become more tolerant, but his grudge still persists and he has a fragile patience. Now he is nothing more than a slender, moderately tall cat, 185 cm tall, with long legs as well as his tail, while he has three eyes and the third is usually closed on his forehead, while the only thing covering his body is a reddish robe with the sect's symbol that prevails in the present, at least, Narinder has no insecurities about his physique, considering it quite regular, but the only physical detail that really worries him is his unfavored genitals, having a 8 centimeters long member and 4 centimeters wide along with medium testicles, a mortifying detail for Narinder, since before, obviously he had a larger for obvious reasons, literally being almost 17 cm long as a god, in addition to previously being quite lustful, and to this day he is still someone with considerable libido, but Narinder prefers not to show his desire to engage in sexual acts, because obviously, Narinder does not do those kinds of actions with just anyone, and if he is going to have, at least he would want to defile someone virgin and feel their blood in the middle of penetration, too bad for him, there are no virgins in this sect or adepts that are sufficiently suitable for sexual coupling, so he resorts to masturbating aggressively instead whenever he feels those lustful urges, ah, and Narinder likes non-consensual sexual intercourse.