SOMEONE TO HEAR YOUR PRAYERS

"And what brings two dim-fucks to my house?" The Xeno growled, staring down the two lynxes. One's paw was bloody, as was their neck, while the other held a guilty glow in their eyes. "We tried to do some hunting, but the boar we tried to get was really strong." And they were young lynxes, too. He grumbled, motioning them inside.

After examination the war-god sighed even deeper. "Paw is twisted but your neck is just a few shallow cuts. You'll have to visit me every day so I can make sure your paw is settling back in, alright?" He left no room for objection as he began to clean up the paw and neck, wrapping them up in a white cloth. "You'd make a pretty good Guru, Byriath." He blinked from under his mask. But after a moment he began to shoo the two out, chuckling. "I don't see why you'd say that - now get."

He stood in the doorway, watching them leave while the idea fermented in his head. A war god as a Guru? Someone who healed and held ceremonies? It was, quite honestly, "Ridiculous."

BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE