'Oh dear,' thought Tamas. 'I'm not sure he's taking it well'. Grayish-black stormclouds slid over the blue sky, when messengers relayed the findings from the cave nearby the rift point marked by Nāmu. The downpour grew more aggressive since then, but Nāmu hardly moved an inch from the park bench.Tamas cleared his throat and said: "Venerable Nāmu, do you need anything?" Nāmu said nothing. His cloak was soaked to the bone, clinging to his wet, matted fur like wet parchment; tears like clear pearls welled in the hunched giant's eyes. A subtle whining could be heard over the rain.
"...anything else your guys found?" Nāmu finally said, though somewhat strangled. "We found an orange bag filled with various paraphernalia laying in a cave by the lake. Our scribes are currently cataloging the items as we speak. You're... that human, aren't you?" "Can I be left alone for a goddamn minute?" Nāmu barked, startling the shy feline. "V-very well, sir. My apologies." The commander left for the carriage at a quick pace. 'I've never seen him like this before.' Thought Tamas.
The rain was cold, bone-chilling. It was always warm at the Gold Coast...
Hello!👋 I wanted to experiment with some composition and comic layouts & have a story with it. It sucks having your ocs go through some tough stuff, but it was inevitable, I guess.