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    “Don’t you even TRY it, you dick, I’ll stuff this up your -!”

    Gregory paused, staring.

    The weird cat-salamander thing that had come up behind him, all blue and pink with the biggest purple eyes Gregory had ever seen, stared back, unblinking. He SWORE he could see it vibrating in place, like the rush of a million sugar highs was rushing through its body all at once. It didn’t seem bothered by the rain, water rolling off its back, and the boy felt suddenly, unfairly jealous at it’s obvious lack of discomfort when here HE was, standing there, shivering and miserable and soaked to the bone.

    “What the hell are YOU supposed to be?” He snapped.

    It squeaked. Gregory stared into those huge eyes, pupils big enough to see his soul reflected back in them, and balled up the old sock and threw it at the thing before bolting off into the rain.

    The sock hit him in the back of the head with a wet splat a second later, and the pitter-patter of little paws followed him back to his box.

    OR: Gregory adopts/is adopted by a bunch of Slugcats. The animatronics (and Peepaw Afton) are not prepared.

    (Now with hopefully funny chapter titles!)

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    In the aftermath of the final battle, some things have survived or grown stronger; others are left in ruins. The damned Lamb and Narinder, respectively. At first, the two of them are under the impression that the damage is all internal, between themselves and the cult the Lamb has stolen. The impression doesn't last long: there is movement in the Lands of the Old Faith, and that which moves in the dark is rarely friendly.

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    Beads of sweat can be seen forming, and her shoulders tense and ridged. “They are dead, O’ Death. Permanently, we fear.”

    Narinder simply blinks. “Is that so?”

    “Y-yes, my lord.”

    (That’s funny, because he feels very much alive right now.)

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    After a short few days trip, Narinder returns to a frantically worried flock informing him that his spouse and The Leader of the Cult, has died and was not reviving.

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    To be fair, it was the Lamb’s fault.

    ..Maybe a little bit of Narinder’s, but it was mostly Lambert’s fault.

    After a rather embarrassing accident on a crusade, Narinder opts to be resurrected instead of healed. Only, The Lamb's anxious mind haunted by past memories bumbled the ritual, and the cat comes back cursed: conscious, aware (not that The Lamb knows that) but with an insatiable hunger for flesh. Now, until Kallamar can return with crystals to cure him, Lambert must keep the cat alive, keep him from killing any of their flock and somehow keep him fed.

    Unsurprisingly however, their husband already had a taste for mutton and is hardly taking any of this seriously.

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    The Goat is here! And, being the morally grey icon they are, they’re trying to help Lamb and Narinder get over themselves and kiss.

    Granted, the Goat tends to be more of a hindrance than help…

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