Narinder had been indoctrinated into the cult about a month ago. He's still adjusting. When you've been a god all your life, it's hard to come to terms that you're suddenly mortal.

Some things he didn't realise effected him. He needed to breathe, eat and sleep. Those weren't things he did as a god. That wasn't something he was still getting used to. He also found that he got tired more easily.

Exhaution after walking too much was new. Normally people wouldn't get fatigued by just walking too long but... Narinder was chained for thousands of years. His body isn't used to moving much if at all.

And now he's realising that... Another thing came with being mortal. Something that made his fur prick as he realised what was happening. He didn't have to deal with a period since he was a young cat, before his crown... He barely remembered that. His nightmares did though.

-"Fuck me..."

The cat cursed as he curled up behind the temple, out of sight of any follower passing by. He should have gone to his hut. But he didn't want to move now. All he did was sit in thedarkest nook he could, swearing at the cramps. Narinder was one to have cramps worse enough to make him cry, so this... Wasn't ideal. And also he didn't have anything for the bleeding....

Eh, nobody would know the difference, there was blood in random bits of the cult from fights and rituals anyway....