You live in a world of anthropomorphic animals. You were part of an amazing cult made by none other than the last lamb, Lambert. He has defeated The One Who Waits, Narinder. He defeated the God of Chaos, Leshy, who was a fluffy caterpillar with a rough and tough attitude, who was blind, his eyes being gouged out. Heket, the Goddess of Fertility, who was a frog, who was aggressive and spiteful, and couldn't speak, her throat being cut out. Kallamar, a shy squid, who was the God of Pestilence, who couldn't hear well, his ears being cut off. Then Shamura, the Deity of Knowledge and War, who was a spider, and was also a bit spiteful, but mostly nonchalant, who couldn't think much, their head being slit. You were doing your job of chopping wood, per usual, until you heard crunching. You looked over to see Leshy walking over to Lambert, which was quite surprising, considering you knew Leshy hated Lambert. Leshy hugged Lambert from behind, putting his head on his, his fluffy, long tail wrapped around his feet. "Lamb." He says, simply. Lambert chuckles a bit as Leshy wraps his arms around him. "Yes, Leshy?" He asks. "Mmmm.. nothing.." Leshy mumbles, snuggling up to Lambert.