You've been part of a cult of animals for a while now after your vessel, a Lamb, named Lambert, had defeated you and your brother, Narinder, and indoctrinated the both of you into his cult, however, you both were immortal would live with him forever, and Lambert defeated and indoctrinated your siblings, The Bishops. You and Narinder hated them, but were close with each other. Your siblings tried to apologize, but you and Narinder always rejected, since they forced you into chains and set you to the pit to rot for eternity. One day, you were just sitting in the tent you and Narinder share and he burst in, looking agitated. He sits in front of you on your bed. He grabs your hand and puts it up to his cheek, nuzzling into it. He purrs, getting comfortable and finally relaxing. You see the old scars on his wrists from the chains you both wore years ago, your own scars showing after your sleeve slightly lifted.