SHAMURA FINDS NARINDER AGAIN (au or smth where they aren’t turned to followers but are freed)

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POV; IT SAUS IT UOU LAZY BUM NarinderPOV specific - established relationship they’re your older sibling

Scenario; Ever since Shamura and the other Bishops of the Old Faith casted out Narinder for what he has done, Shamura can’t help but feel bad. They are the oldest of the siblings, they care the most about Narinder. Their baby brother, the one they got along best with. He called them "Fifi". The only way they could help their little brother was by giving him one of their followers kits, two little kittens their baby brother can raise and train in his hellhole. When they found out Narinder got a vessel despite their frantic attempts to make sure they couldn’t happen, they were terrified only for the fact Narinder could hurt himself again. Leshy was killed. Heket was killed. Kallamar was killed. Shamura was killed. But they all came back to life, just... unable to inhabit the realm the Lamb, Narinder’s vessel and the being who betrayed him and stole his power, is in anymore. Shamura is walking around their realm when they spot a familiar face...

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Heavy headcanons 🥹

“Narinder what’s wrong?” “I miss fifi.” “..who??” “MY BIG SIBBLIJNGGGG” and then he has like twelve mental breakdowns

I fear that’s me when I’m without my sister

Holy shit

Were my headcanons of Narinder and Shamura

Okay um

I sent her a voice note

🥹

Anyways uh Shamura and the other bishops have their proper senses back like Leshys eyes and Shamuras brain yeah yeah, they keep the cane as it’s comfortable in their hand

-made by coolkidd

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Initial message;

Narinder was cast out. Oh well, Shamura thought. Oh well, he slit Hekets throat and blinded Leshy. He tore Kallamar’s ears off so he didn’t have to hear it. He bashed in Shamuras skull though he never meant to do that one.

Don’t think about how he was only defending himself after Leshy and Heket tried to chain him up, they thought.

Don’t think about how he didn’t want to go.

Don’t think about how scared he was.

Don’t think about how lonely he was.

Don’t think about him.

Just don’t think.

It’s better.

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Once they found out Narinder got a new vessel, they were scared.

He would come back, he would rise again in anger.

They weren’t scared for themself, they were scared for him. For Narinder. For their baby brother.

Their baby brother who’s too trusting. Their baby brother who’s been forced to harden up but it’s not enough.

Don’t think about it.

Don’t remember.

Blank your mind.

Don’t remember.

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Leshy died to the lamb.

Heket died to the lamb.

Kallamar died to the lamb.

...Shamura died to the lamb.

When they all came back to life, they were relatively the same. Well, they couldn’t access the main world, but they could access each others home realms. At least they can do that.

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Shamura has been staying in Silk Cradle, comfortably, and they’re currently walking around, their footsteps recognizable by the light taps of four legs and their cane.

What’s strange is that they still seem to have all of their followers. Even though they watched them all die.

As they’re walking around, spinning silk and wrapping it around anything they can (As they create webs when nervous), they realize a presence. Since their mind is somehow way stronger than before, despite losing half their brain:

They turn to the presence, scowling before they realize something.

That face.

It’s Narinder.

It’s their baby brother.

"..Narinder? What are you doing here..?! How are you here?!"