#don't think about the Lamb avoiding the Bishops only to finally start getting to know them right before having to say goodbye

[justarandomlambblog]

How do five fallen gods pass their time in paradise? Together, hopefully.

And finally, after nearly 30 hours of work, it is done.

I got a little lazy with the background but forgive me, last day of vacation and my ipad was riding on 13% the entire time I was working on this hhghh

Anyway have the Bishops in fancy dresses/robes/whatever you wanna call them (let's be real they're dresses) and if anyone even TRIES to tell me Kallamar would not be THAT extra I will not believe you <3

Anyway included the individual figures bc covering 60% of Leshy's outfit broke my heart, every single flower in this image was done by hand. I did not copy and paste ANY of them and my wrist demands y'all look at Leshy's outfit

So this is related to the Song of the Eternal comic I did a bit ago, where eventually former gods will hear a song calling them to the Eternal Lands once their time is up. This is probably quite some time after the Bishops have settled into their eternal lives in this eternal land, and have adjusted to living their new lives (alongside familiar faces from their past) in peace.

I want to do more with this AU.... there is some really painful good NariLamb crumbs and LeshyCat moments. Resisting the urge to spoil the ending of the story haha

I really want to make a comic from this AU instead of writing it out bc there's some visuals from it I don't think would be captured as well in words...... of course I could do an illustrated fic.... hm.

[cultofdarkwood]

Howdy, could you do something with Shamgoat, I dunno, during or after a sparring session?

yesyesyes i looove shamgoat there should be one million shamgoat posts on the internet.

follower + healed shamura, previous vessel of war goat

i guess this could count as hurt/no comfort? its just angst lol

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They had drawn a crowd before the first fifteen minutes had passed.

The Goat wiped at their brow, leaning on their axe. Across the field stood Shamura, tall and toned, looking as regal as their previous title demanded. The ex Bishop of War had grasped an axe in one hand, held down behind them as they looked down at their opponent. Gone were the flowing, beautiful robes they usually wore, now replaced with something light and durable, more suitable for combat.

"Is that all you got?" the Goat goaded, hauling their axe up off the ground once they'd caught their breath.

"Is talking all you know how to do?" the spider replied, barely winded. They stayed standing where they were, imposing and dignified, waiting and watching the Goat with narrowed eyes.

"Dunno," the Goat said, shifting their weight from one hoof to the other. They let their axe fall carelessly from their hands, taking a moment to stretch their arms and legs. The axe reshaped itself, taking on the form of the Purple Crown and resting on their head. "You're the one letting me talk."

"And you are the one who insisted we cross blades," Shamura said back, tilting their head. Their eyes caught on the Purple Crown, barely twitching, and they let their posture relax, turning away towards the fences that marked the boundary of the sparring field. "If that is all, then-"

The Goat kicked up sand as they darted forward, their hand extending to summon their axe. Shamura clicked in disappointment, barely a sound in the air as they swept to the side to dodge the Goat's attack.

"Sloppy," they criticized, tripping the Goat and watching them hit the ground in a roll. "And dishonorable."

Unable to control their own momentum, the Goat rolled over themself, finally coming to a stop just before they would have hit the fence. They spat out a mouthful of sand, fangs bared as they pushed themself up to snarl from where they lay on the ground. "You talk about being dishonorable when you just tripped me?!"

Shamura only looked passively amused. "Warranted," they said, inclining their head to where the Goat's purple axe lay in the sand. "I am not sure whether to be offended by your lack of bloodlust or not. Dishonorable though you fight, you hold yourself back. Do you think you can hurt me, much less kill me?"

"Fuck do you mean, lack of bloodlust," the Goat hissed, pushing a knee under themself and getting to their feet. "I got plenty of bloodlust, eight eyes."

"Then show me," Shamura said, crossing the field to where the Goat had started just a moment ago. "Attack me as though you aim to kill."

"Should we stop them?" The Goat heard Kallamar whisper to the Lamb. From the corner of their eye, the Goat watched Narinder shake his head.

"Shamura can handle themself," Narinder replied, almost as quiet. "You know that, Kallamar."

The squid huffed. "I do know that. I'm just thinking that I don't particularly want to be dealing with whatever injuries come out of this when they're both done."

On the other side of the field were Heket and Leshy, the former watching while the latter draped himself over the fence to sniff at the air. There was a yellow cat by his side, whispering to him, but the Goat couldn't hear what was being said.

"Goat," Shamura called, and the Goat yelped as they rolled to avoid the blade of an axe burying itself into the sand. Shamura did not look pleased, the echoes of war in their eyes. "Distracted with an opponent in front of you hardly speaks to your so called bloodlust."

"Go fuck yourself," the Goat spat, summoning their axe from the Purple Crown and tossing it with a burst of fervor. Shamura tensed, abandoning their axe in the sand to leap backwards and dodge the Goat's attack.

Now that Shamura was disarmed, the Goat moved on the offensive, attacking again and again and forcing Shamura to keep moving away from their blade. The spider's eyes never left the Goat, even as they skidded in the sand to dodge another attack.

"Hold fucking still," the Goat snarled as they swung, only to yelp as one of Shamura's hands came to clamp down on their wrist, perfectly timed with the end of their attack. With their opening secured, another hand came up to grip the handle of the axe. In one smooth motion, Shamura hauled the Goat off their hooves, tearing the axe from their grip and tossing their body aside.

Again, the Goat rolled in the sand, a frustrated bleating yell leaving them. They pushed themself up, only to stop short at the sight of their axe in Shamura's grip.

The Purple Crown didn't seem to know what to do, trembling slightly as the spider lifted it up to observe it closer. Behind them, the Goat could practically feel the Lamb tense up.

"Ah, yes," Shamura said quietly, running their claws over the handle. "I remember you. What knowledge have you to share with me?"

"Hey, hey!" The Goat scrambled to their feet, stumbling into a run towards the spider. The Purple Crown pulsed, a soft shing emitting from it.

Shamura caught the goat by the hand without taking their eyes from the weapon in their grip. Moving with the goat's momentum, the spider swung the other off their hooves to dangle in the air by the claws around the pulse point of their wrist. The Goat struggled for a moment, vocalizing a wordless yell when they realized they couldn't do much else but hang there at the spider's mercy.

"I am not yours," Shamura said, finally tearing their eyes from the Purple Crown. They bore into the Goat as though they were pure, concentrated streams of fire, and the Goat stiffened. Shamura's eyes were heavy with knowledge and something else the Goat dared not to think was pity. "But you are mine."

The Goat gave a furious yell, swinging themself forward enough to bash their head against Shamura's own. With a sickening crack, Shamura cried out and dropped both the Goat and the Purple Crown. They stumbled backwards, falling to the sand, and from beneath the spider web veil that covered the top of their head, blood began to bloom and drip.

"Shamura!" Kallamar cried, immediately leaping over the fence and into the field. The Lamb followed suit, as did Leshy and Heket, but while Shamura's siblings tended to Shamura, the Lamb stalked towards the Goat.

The Lamb didn't say a word as the Goat scrambled to collect their weapon, holding the crown in its proper shape close to their chest.

"Fuck are you looking at?" The Goat snapped at the Lamb. The Lamb shook their head and lifted their hands. Cold dread washed over them.

"Return from whence you came," the Lamb uttered, bringing their hands together. The Goat barely had a second to cry out before a pool of darkness bled from beneath them, pulling them down into it and away from reality.

The familiar white of their corrupted gateway greeted them as they were spat from their pool of black corruption. They landed face down on it with a splat, feeling small and weak and furious. They were alone here, trapped until the Lamb called upon them again.

Huffing around a thick lump of emotion in their throat, the Goat pulled themself up to sit, hugging their knees close to their chest.

The giant, lifeless carapace of Shamura lay behind them.