trying once again with his backstory posted here:
His life had been such a simple and sweet one, with his family on their little farm in the mountains. Playing with his older sisters when they had no house work to do or didn't need to help on the field.
Just no playing in the forest, it was the forest of Leshy after all. The god of chaos who came when you least awaited it.
So to make sure they would not anger him, being part of his area, they always offered him flowers. Flowers and sometimes even honey that came from said flowers. When they had been very lucky with a harvest, they gave even more. Like milk curd with honey, ornaments of flowers they made for him.
They had been pretty loyal, not knowing over the hardship that was around the corner.
He still remembers, they had prepared for a market. Had just traveled to it, preparing their little stall all together. This night an oracle would be cast again, just that it was for the gods only.
They were ready to offer their wares to other regions, to trade something in return they could not find so easily in theirs. Some other sheeps had come with their families to this event, one that was rare enough to be a colorful and peaceful one.
But peaceful was not in today's plan. All of a sudden they could hear the old gods raging screams. But not understand what was going on after the silence that fell. The ears of his father, Tsering, twitched still after that. "We head home." was all he said, he had a bad feeling.
One that led him and his family to survive for a bit longer. They packed and made their way home through the Darkwood forest. They would not hear the blood gurgling screams of their sheepkin. They would not know what had happened to those at the market.
Instead they found out half way home, when those under the god of chaos came after them. At first they tried with the carriage and their wares, but after some near helpless attempts to get faster, they ditched it.
Ditched the carriage, ditched the wares. Their lifes were more important than something they could grow and trade again. Now they had to run, and run they did.
They were faster than most of those cult followers that came after them. Aside of one damn caterpillar of the name Amdusias. He was following them pretty good, trying to grab the legs of his sister Dorji.
She screamed scared out loud, kicked with the other leg at him to get free right away. Able to run away with her family once again, leaving a pained Amdusias behind. Pained and angry, as he got up from the kick to go a different route than they were running.
He knew where they would run to, out of the forest. Trying to get away from them, not knowing that the other areas were no better. Still he did not want to loose his prey, so he went the extra mile for them.
An extra mile that would bring him Dorji into his bloody hands again. They had run for so long, had hidden, run again. It felt like the forest took away all of the sunlight and not letting them feel the time anymore.
It was one of those moments of weakness, the moment of resting and catching their breath. That very moment that Amdusias grabbed his sister, dragging her deeper into the forest. Letting her scream in fear and pain, letting the family hear how she died.
At first his mother wanted to run after her, but his father stopped her. "No Passang! I know it hurts but we need to run!" tears were streaming down his cheeks, while his wife gave in and followed after them.
But her eyes were not showing a glint of life, as if she had been robbed of it the moment her daughter died. His father told him to grab her arm and make sure she was running with them. He did, following his father and sister as they made sure to take a safe way.
Which was not easy, everywhere something was rustling or giggling. Screaming or dripping, this forest was not silent, despite how dark it was. They ran and ran, making their way more and more to the edge of the forest.
They wanted to rest, but the last rest took one of them. Just now it was the time that they didn't dare to rest, that they tried to run on and became weaker. Tired of all the running, the fear in their bones, no their souls.
Ananda looked around as they stopped for a short moment, looking around which way to take. Just to realise⦠There would not be a way. Heavy breathing filled the air, followed by the sound of sharpening weapons.
They were done for, simple said.
They leaped at them from all directions, he had honestly no idea who's arm was who's in this tumult. Barely escaping the weapons that hailed down on him, feeling how he gets kicked by a hoof of someone.
Just to see the back of his mother in front of him as he rolls into a bush and then down a steep hill. The screams of his family filling the air that he leaves behind.
When he finally comes to a stop, his body is bruised up badly. Bruised, beaten and full of little cuts from the Darkwood. His eyes looking out onto the sea, a cliff right in front of him. He could just jump, just a little step and all this was over.
His hand moved to his belly, where his mother had kicked him away. That was the biggest bruise, but it reminded him as well. Run and survive.
Which he did, he made his way away from the forest area, trying to find a place to stay out of sight and mind. Walking through the lands of the old faith, working small jobs for a little bit of food. His face and body mostly hidden under a robe of a cult.
It was the best he could do, still someone found out. Found out and snitched on him.
So just a year later, he found himself in front of the Executioner Hagar. Bound by chains that made sure he was not able to escape again, hearing that he was the last lamb. Looking at the old gods who appeared in front of him, wounded as he finds by surprise.
Who had wounded them so badly? Was that the reason they had been hunted down? He honestly could not hear it all anymore, they spoke and spoke but his ears started to just give him a rushing sound.
Then he felt how he got pushed down, his head towards the gods of old faith. There had been a short sharp feeling of pain, then it was all gone.
He blinked, looked around in confusion as he found himself in a place that was different from where he were before. Then he could hear the voices of others, they seemed in a different place than him right now. So he followed them, scared but weirdly not feeling any pain or cold anymore.
When he finally made his way through this weird place, he stands in front of another huge person. Just like the gods of old in size, but he was not sure he knew who that was. To the sides of that old unnamed god, were two young adults standing. He could see the ears of cats, but their faces where hidden with the same kind of veil as the old one had.
A clawed hand, attached to nothing more than bones moved towards him. As he offered him a deal, form a cult in his name, the one who waits, and bring down the gods of old. The hand opened, the crown from his head moved to it, forming into something much much smaller.
Way more fitting for such a little lamb.
He didn't think long, he wanted his family avenged. He wanted to understand why they all had to die. For once, he wanted to spill their blood. Hands stretched out to the crown as he pledged to the one who waits, that he would serve under him.
After receiving the crown, he was send back to life, right at the place where he had been killed. Beheaded to be exact, which surely was a weird thing for the followers of the old cult to see. A head rolling back to the body, blood filling back in? A grotesque sight for sure, as he slowly stood up again.
They were his first blood to spill, his first time he used a weapon on another living being. Weirdly, he had to admit, it felt good.
An old rat named Ratau greeted him then, told him to follow him as he explained what would await him in the future. The one who waits, wanted to make sure the lamb, Ananda, would not repeat his failures.
He followed, to the place that would become his new home. But till then he would have had to fight his way free, which was now so much easier than before. Even managing to rescue a chicken lady named Hanaty.
She was his first follower of many to come, one who looked up to him and would remind him to keep true to himself.
Many years would go by, he made his way slowly through the areas of the old faith. From the Darkwood to Anura, followed by Anchordeep and last the Silk Cradle. Finding new people for his cult, be it to rescue them on his travels, or ripping them out of their old faith.
One of those ripped of the old faith had been Amdusias, something he had very personal interest in. Giving him the hardest things to do in the cult at the start, at least for the nose. Most of the members that came to him, or got rescued by him, were glad to be there with him.
His followership growing more and more, so much so that he even dares to marry. At first not planned, but he ended up with the brothers Zepar and Paar as his partners. Over time he had no idea anymore which of these two he had married first.
With the years passing some things seemed to just get burrowed in his mind. Giving those members he loved dearly, the golden necklaces that they would not get older anymore. He was not willing to part with them again and again. Even thought he could bring them back, with their memories of their former life.
But it wasn't feeling good.
As he managed over time to defeat the gods of old, he forced them to join his cult. Join it and live the life of a mortal, if they wouldn't get the same golden necklace from him as those precious to him.
They earned his trust over time, and he earned theirs. Getting to see a side of them that had seemingly gone buried into the old mind of a god, that one would say they forgot who they once had been.
Heket made sure to help with the cooking, as she was surprisingly good with that. Kallamar helped out with the medical knowledge, teaching it to his flock. Shamura made him worry, with the injury from the one who waits, it seemed hard for him to ever be fully him again.
He was a god now, yes. But he was not able to heal these wounds fully. So Shamura was in the care of Tretre, a member of his cult that didn't mind looking out for him and writing down the things he remembered when he had a moment.
Leshy on the other hand, that one really was chaos itself. That seemed to be fully embedged in his self. As he had found out, that one was as well the youngest of the former old faith gods. Once he found out, that letting him do the garden work was something that helped that chaotic boy a bit. He simply let him.
Only to be rewarded with him flirting with his partner Paar, even ending up with him in the tent on the pillows. At first he thought he would be angry, but he found himself weirdly calm. Sitting down the next evening with his two partners, to let them know that he is ok with them having fun in the sheets with the others. Just asked them to be careful who they were choosing.
And that was not even related to the old former gods. No it was mostly because sometimes you had someone coming into the cult that wanted to kill, steal gold or just information from you. A traitor to say it simply, and one such became one of his beloved non aging followers.
That is, after Ananda gave him a good taste over what was to come if he ever dared to betray him again. Gusion promised, on the grave of his sister, that he would never do this again. Instead he offered to watch over the graves of the cult, which Ananda accepted.
The one who waits was the next problem then, or better said Narinder as he had found out was the name of him. He had to speak with him, over what was about to come now. But that speaking with each other ended up in getting threatened with his cult being killed if he didn't bow down and give his body to Narinder.
He had refused, he did not want to give him his body. He did not want to see his cult die in front of him. So he fought, fought against Aym and Baal before he could fight against Narinder himself.
Realising while fighting the old faith god, that the crown did not make a sign to go back to him either. As if it wanted to stay with Ananda, at least for now. Who knows how fickle these crowns were.
When the fight was over, he spared Narinder, who was not amused over this. Back at the cult, he made sure Narinder got the same treatment as his siblings before. Giving him the chance to simply enjoy life as well if he made himself useful.
While he found, the best use for him, was sending him all over the continent. It brought life back in those grumpy old eyes of this cat. Life that seemed to sparkle one time when he found out, that by accident, they brought Aym and Baal back to life as well.
Just to hear the story of how these brothers ended up under Narinder, that Shamura had send them to him. That he actually knew the mother of these two. So he made his way to said mother, told her over who he found and arranged for Forneus, Aym and Baal to finally see each other again.
He would see them going with their mother, a moment of happiness and sadness. As Narinder was seeing his "little" ones going away. But he knew they would visit with their mother, as Ananda had started the tradition of a little market every half year. The best option for them to come back and see them all again.
Never having aged himself, after dying at the age of 17, he now faces the age of 327 years. Which would grow even more in numbers. Just as himself, he noticed how his body had changed a bit over these years. That his horns had started to grow more, that sometimes a need burned in him that he could not silence.
That in a way, he finally started to grow up. Just into a different form than what was normal for his kind, it was the grow of his god form. He simply hoped, it would not be too scary for his followers to come.