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Narinder, The One Who Waits.
Former God Of Death of Cult Of The Lamb.
- mun is an adult.
- OCs welcome!
- multiverse friendly.
#cotlrp#cultofthelambrp#mvrp
[Narinder only had a moment to recover before the infant god was jumping around with excitement and examining him from almost every angle. Having a short moment to reach up and feel his ears. Yep, still there. At least that hasn't changed, but he was a little curious
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ㅤㅤ[ it only took the lamb to pause before finally giving their newly transformed companion a once over look. and for better or for worse. . . they were ( 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 ) pleased with the outcome. ]
ㅤㅤ. . . 𝘚𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘖 𝘊𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘓 .ᐟ ✨
ㅤㅤ[ taking narinder by the »
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while still trying to collect himself.
He's. He's going to be dragged along on these... adventures more than once? Oh.
He did not quite sign up for this.]
I understand you're excited... but how many of these adventures do you intend to drag me along to?
// sometimes it is hard to get past my brain and hyperactive thoughts holding me back from interactions bc I want to write, but it's so hard out here man
And when I watch others it's like... my brain whispers things to me and I'm xndbnd
Lowering his hand to his side.
He wasn't sure what to do here. Was it even possible to remove this halo?
"...I don't think you will find much luck there. But, fine. I'll be there tomorrow. Setting an example," he smirked in a mischievous way, but he may just be playing around.
The feline stared with slight disbelief and surprise. They would do that? For him?
Why?
Truth be told... he didn't know how to be a disciple. And not having that knowledge made things difficult.
Things that were told to him echoed in his head and it made him squint in thought,
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ㅤㅤ" But— ah. . . "
ㅤㅤTheir brows furrowed, clearing their throat behind a fist before looking away, clearly flustered by his irked comment.
ㅤㅤ" I. . . I try to make my sermons as inviting as possible though— ! " They murmured sheepishly. Whatever remaining courage »
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Guess old habits really do die hard.
Huffing air from his nose, he folds his arms, but does listen. His shoulders sag minimally.
"I am aware..." to him, all of this is another purgatory, but worse. He might be able to relax, but he still had obligations to attend to. >
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ㅤㅤThis. . . ( 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 ) feels odd— how do you reprimand the once - reprimander ? How does a servant scold their master ?
ㅤㅤThe Lamb suddenly allowed a piece of their memory flash by, how they both danced ineptly around old habits of The Lamb unable to call »
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Being present during sermons were one of the newer ones. There was no escape.
"Do you think I wanted to go?" The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous this was. He should have just gone through with it, get it done. He might have even been looked at with similar awe >
The ex-god glanced away when they spoke again, almost shamefully. An uncomfortable knot in his stomach making itself known, along with the need for food.
His head dropped slightly, momentarily focusing on the leader's hand, before nodding and meeting their eyes again.
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ㅤㅤWhen the door finally cracked open, all that would meet Narinder was a sheepish expression donned by the infant god. Their brows furrowed gently as those crimson eyes stare up at him.
ㅤㅤThe Lamb held their tongue, teeth clamping into the inside of their cheek »
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"Correct. I did not go," he responded, but didn't offer a reason. Stepping aside for them after running things through his head. He doesn't have much of a choice in what happens now, allowing them inside.
"Come in, Lamb." As if he was still trying to hold onto past status.