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Silencio todos! Empezó la novela🍿
That old secret (pt 1)
Pt 2 (in progress)
Cult of the Lamb Lineart by me The Lamb - Jalala - Dr Sozonius Rinor - Webber - Narinder Leshy - Heket - Kallamar Shamura - The Goat - Witness Agares Witness Bathin - Witness Astaroth - Witness Allocer
Shit I slapped together recently 😭😭😭 I try to take into account their every form for my designs so I needed a reference sheet. Feel free to use it if y'all want
Added standing Narinder and made purged Leshy not blurry + close-ups:
Animation breakdown ✨
Used apps: Photoshop, Spine Pro, After Effects.
Mi telenovela favorita fue actualizada vamooo! Dale nari! Dale con la silla al perro!
rough doodled scene for Trod in the future maybe :P
ROJO POR QUEEEEEEEEEEE
Narilamb dancing doodles I made on art streams this last week, mainly trying to get the motion in mind for the Anchordeep Ballroom scene (its a lot easier writing motion and movement when you have a visual reference)
Also ngl I keep listening to 'Forbidden Friendship' from HTTYD for this scene because the build up from ' mock dance invitation' to 'timidly testingthe waters' to 'actually having tons of fun dancing' to 'climatic pause after the dip + tension' fits REALLY well
also little bonus:
Come closer...
The prophecy was not a secret to anyone, yet what are the chances that you will be the chosen one?
Is Shamura training martial arts after being taken into Lamb's cult? If they enjoyed complexity and bloodshed of war than it'd be probably dissapointing for them if they had to... drop it all
Full under the cut because this turned out really long
Upon joining the cult Shamura was a shell of their former self. They join the cult dissenting, the long term effects of the crown still clawing at the edges of their mind, but after a few days they’re mortal, just themself. Without the crown to hold them together they suffer like their injury was yesterday.
The Lamb has the doctor, Puar, perform their usual tests on them. Shamura is hardly there. They don’t know their own name, can hardly speak, can’t stand or track movement.
There was no wisdom in their slurred words. No power in the way their hands shook.
The outlook is bad.
The Lamb doesn’t really want to help them, after everything, why should they. Shamura who had The Lamb’s entire race and family killed, who killed them aswell and countless of their followers. It would cost them so much, to try and help someone who spent so long just trying to destroy them and everything they had. The time, energy, resources it would cost and they didn’t even know if they could get better.
Deciding it wasn’t worth it was one thing, but getting the other ex bishops to understand was a whole other, even the doctor disagreed with them.
Dr Puar took on being their primary caregiver. They’d been a doctor for the past hundred years and seen concussions and dementia but nothing nearly as severe as this. They wanted to help Shamura but didn’t know how.
It wasn’t until Narinder joined the cult that The Lamb saw any reason to help Shamura. But there was something wrong with him and Shamura knew something, they just had to get to it.
Kallamar was the ex bishop Puar wanted the help from the most. He was scared of the lamb and red crown but he loved Shamura more.
The Lamb took Puar and Kallamar to the ruins of the temples in Anchordeep and Silk Cradle. They spent days digging through the decimated remains of the libraries for something, anything on this type of injury.
It seemed that they where looking down possible years of intense recovery. Needed herbs and medicines that may no longer exist, techniques Puar had never heard of. But they would try.
Puar took careful and detailed notes. Timed Shamura’s responses, wrote down everything they said, tracked eating, drinking, sleeping and every symptom they displayed. Improvements where slow and sometimes nonexistent at first. They took full minutes to respond and only in single words, barley moved, couldn’t feed themselves and suffered constant migraines.
The one thing that seemed to help them the most was their siblings. They didn’t remember them most days but every time one of they came to check in it raised their spirits. One of their faces was the only thing they could focus on sometimes.
Kallamar insisted he wasn’t a doctor but still worked around the infirmary, helping Shamura was the only thing he’d do without complaining. Heket spent hours sitting in silence with them, brought them food and flowers and changed their bandages. Leshy was the only thing that could get them to smile and they where the only person he would ever lower his voice for, he told them stories even though they hardly listened.
Improvements brought new challenges. They got better at speaking full sentences and following conversations but it revealed how fractured their memory was. Forgetting names, places and important events, how often they forgot where they where, they asked the same questions over and over again.
They complained of seeing and hearing things, phantom pains with seemingly no rhyme or reason. The sun hurt their eyes, rain gave them headaches, always sleeping but always tired. They would suddenly backslide constantly. One day could walk with minimal help and the next, couldn’t even hold a pen in their hand. Have a full conversation one day and hardly spit out their name tomorrow.
Until the day Puar looked Shamura in the eye and for once they saw him. Didn’t look past them with their blank stare but looked at them. They would ask to sit outside at night in the fresh air. They seemed to know now who they are, what they where, what they lost. A tinge of grief in their words.
Improvements brought frustration. On days they remembered who they where they were overcome with a mix of anger, guilt and despair. They where a god. They had bore down on armies, killed men with a twitch of a finger, brought other gods to their knees, and now they could hardly bring a cup to their mouth.
Emotionally, their siblings said they’d never seen them like this before. Before Shamura could be frustrated but their temper was cold and quiet. Now they wore a short fuse and suffered constant mood swings. It angered them that they couldn’t read, that their hands were numb, that they couldn’t walk without a cane, couldn’t go out in the sun, couldn’t string a full sentence together, couldn’t recognize their siblings faces, couldn’t feed themselves, couldn’t sleep without drugs, everything they lacked and lost wore them down.
Regardless, they where unusually steadfast. They would always pick back up. If they got frustrated they would try again in a few days. They tried anything Puar asked of them, anything for the smallest iota of improvement.
The outlook was better.
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This got out of control and took me like three days between the art and write up. I got really excited when I saw this ask cause the answer is so devastating. If I was taking Narinder’s trauma seriously I’m not gonna just ignore Shamura’s traumatic brain injury.
As a side note, I’m very unsure how to write the medical stuff, my guess is that cotl is based around 1300’s-1700’s but that’s a wide net to cast. My excuse for the stronger understanding of medicine and trauma is magic.
Oh ma god, that's amazing!
I started drawing goat then got lost in the sauce and went on a completely different brain tangent. I’m dying on my hill that the goat is from an alternate universe and I’ve always wanted to do a role swap with Narinder and Shamura.
Rambles under the cut.
I need to yap about the way I read the colours of cotl. Leshy, Kallamar and Shamura’s colour schemes match with their crowns. Heket’s colours are interestingly, mostly red with a hint of yellow (my read on this is implied parallels between her and Narinder.) Narinder’s main colour also isn’t red, he’s more closely associated with white, his domain and clothes being that colour and his black fur making him stand out as a black sheep of the family.
Red seems to have a dual meaning, associated with death and ambition, white almost reads as selfish and black is the old faith/ neutral. That’s why the lamb has more red in their colour scheme than Narinder does, they’re more morally aligned to death than they are to Narinder or themself.
So I altered the colours of both Narinder and Shamura. Made Narinder red so he matched the colour of the crown and made Shamura black so they maintain the black sheep look.
I didn’t draw the other three siblings for now partly cause I couldn’t decide how to shuffle them. I’m a bit more partial to Leshy as pestilence, Heket as chaos and Kallamar as famine.
My thought for characterization is to keep Narinder ambitious and Shamura’s wisdom. The rift in the family caused by Shamura being a bit more stubborn, knowing that they’re smart and not being receptive to any criticism.
I’m not re reading that ramble, if it dosen’t make sense then it’s between me and god.
Los tortolos, me va a doler cuando Theon lo descubra x'D
Get tackled worm 🐛