Vessel Of The Red Crown

i have been interested in your au’s characters before but i wasn’t able to understand the lore behind them, but now that i understood that they’re HERETIC OCS i’m INVESTED✨✨✨

not much people in the fandom really focus on the enemies in cotl and i reaally find your version of them interesting.

SO KEEP EM COMING YA GOT ANOTHER FAN ✨✋🏽( whenever you feel comfortable sharing ofc 👍🏽)

OKAY, PART ONE. sorry for the white void there was meant to be a better bg for these but its a REFERENCE SHEET and im so DONE rn i just need kitty titties out and proud rn.

As for this aus official name now that theyre not called “guardians” (bc there was too much confusion abt the guardian enemies and the guardians and it made them seem like they had more authority than they actually do have. also chess, knights and bishops r next to each other on the board, heheheh) idk. idk. LEAVE ME ALONE.

HELLOOOO ??? THESE ARE SOO PRETTY??

The Bishops

absolutely cooked with this one holy crap

Woe of the Bolide

Alone, binded in recompense,

Feel the binds tear at your flesh,

1000 years; No family left,

Sorrow claims the Lord of Dying.

How could they think to treat us so?

When not so very long ago,

Among the stars our fates were sewn,

A family, beautifully thriving.

Was it necessity that drove the knife?

Deep to the heart from Kin to Kin,

The bells shall ring as the spider sings,

"Why, oh why, sweet life?"

Or was it jealousy run rife?

Did they feel and fear the end of life?

How it might come quick and cut them short,

Did they feel their actions fair retort?

No other way, lacking remorse?

Death for He, Undying.

One dark thought, a single pain,

Flashes stark inside Death's brain,

If morality is shades of grey

Who there was shaded darkest?

Here we lay, a corpse in shawl,

Betwixt white walls of wayward souls,

Hear their calls and deathly throes,

Stuck between Death and What's Remaining.

Within these very hallowed halls,

Bellow the bawls and calls of thralls,

How we'd trade them all for a chance once more,

At life with those who spite us

One day, however, the fates shall change,

Send the key, formed in the shape,

Of woollen service to the ever great,

Their flock perfect for the flaying

It will be they who liberate,

Ichor stained chains that hold and cage,

The one true lord, Long live his reign!

Death, unbound and thriving

Then from eternal void shall rise again,

Beauty and grace,

The lasting change,

That of Death....

Eternal Ending.

ik it's been a while since this been posted, but just wanted to say this comic is my canon for Ratoo's past. Can't stop coming back to it.

and i found a song that always reminds me of this.

Some Ratau doodles following up on my practice with COTL characters + one Ratoo cuz I needed to know how I wanted to differ them x'D

ALSO AN...................ACCIDENTAL COmic heavily based on @/brightgoat's interpretation of the brothers cuz I used their art as inspo for how I understand these characters + Ratoo's lover for the sake of angst

TW for blood! Enjoy :)

"𝔓𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔪𝔟, 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯, 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔚𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴."

lil 'eep

So the music loving tribe thing, made more lore for it:

When they were young, the lamb’s tribe had been moving around all across the old faith lands to escape from the slaughter. From rocky hills to caves to forests, until lastly near the sea.

They settled in a hill near the sea where it’s was far enough from the main land, the new land had vast meadows and a large enough shore to build bonfires.

The flock couldn’t arrange celebrations while they were hiding in forests (fearing it’s might draw attention to them) so in there they went wild with them ;new instruments, new dances , new decorations made with the shiny shells in the shoreline , new cuisines and a new common song.

Sang by honey like voices and preformed by masterful musicians, this melody became the symbol of their new home and a reminder of hope for coming generations.

Lamb would always sing it in their free time ; sitting by the sea collecting exotic rocks & colorful shells. They sang it, hummed it , played it on the conch and choreographed a personal dance for it. It almost became a prayer for them.

But after their tribe’s slaughter, that warm melody became a cold reminder of their home and a symbol of lost hope. Little by little they started to hum it less, they stopped singing it, and then they have forgotten it completely centuries later.

OOOOUUUGHHH

i will literally never get over narinder being shamura's favourite btw.

do you think shamura had times where they forgot what had happened? they become so accustomed to his presence, even if it waned in the centuries past the religious purges, that their first thought is to try to find him. a strange sort of sickness crawls through their skin and clenches at their lungs as they search and only find rooms that have been entirely rearranged and every aspect of narinder scrubbed or scorched or scratched or or or just seemingly erased from existence. and when they finally gather the courage to ask their other siblings just what exactly is going on, they're met with "you forgot again, didn't you?"

The tags,,,,,im so ,,nor,,normal🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

are you sure?

i have like 13 cotl au related writing drafts in here and all of them are angst. They're completely incomprehensible bc i'VE YET TO WRITE THE INTRODUCTION

but any way , alternative universes with different bovine as cult leaders & different TOWW and bishops with LORE

Kallaumar human concept!!! (2/?)

Based on how he acts as a follower I imagine him to be a drama queen.