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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Beta wasn't a male with... proper manners. He cursed, he yelled, he demanded attention from his Gods (and they gave it to him), and in return he protected them from cursed dogs. Sometimes he really worried about them— sometimes they'd return from another house smelling like the little furred devils, and he'd have to cover it up with his own scent. What nuisances, dogs.

The tom trotted over, quirking an invisible brow. "What're you two ramblin' on about?" he inquired as he stopped behind the two.

[justify][size=8]Eclipse entered the scene his eyes wide and his gaze cautious. Agmundr was well let’s say a bit dramatic, but he was their prophet after all so you had to be a little bit off your rocker to fill the position. He sat down gently wrapping his tails around his paws and looking around the scene again to see if anyone else had had arrived. He quietly nodded in greeting to Aerith but continued to keep his attention on Agmundr. “Really…You don’t have a single clue what they’re trying to tell you?” As for his own household gods they were behaving normally they were spending a lot more time staring at that lightbox…maybe the nameless one was brainwashing them? A sudden flood of worry washed over his face the corner of his mouth twitching. He wouldn’t worry himself too much if they really were brainwashed by the nameless one he’d have to ditch them. He’d sit on their laps as much as possible and bring them a rat or something to prove that they needed to trust him and not evil creature’s like dogs and whatever in the world the nameless one was. He scratched his neck his bell jingling and he paused staring at Agmundr with two large unblinking eyes. When he got serious he was a bit on the creepy side. Black cats were known as bad luck and lets just say..maybe some of the rumors were true.

He turned towards Aerith with a particularly straight face. “I’m not sure if we’ve met, but my name is Eclipse.” He meowed as he continued to scratch at the burr that was stuck in the long fur around his neck. He’d been in the Kibble Club for quite a while, but he was easily forgettable and didn’t go out of his way to talk to someone he wasn’t already acquainted with, but he decided he might as well introduce himself if he was going to stay in the area for a while. He was sure Agmundr has more to say even if it was crazy and if there was the slightest chance that it really meant something he couldn’t possibly miss it.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px transparent solid; width: 400px; height: auto; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Beta shrugged his broad shoulders, taking a seat. "Nothin', really," he replied to the Prophet. "They've been starin' at that damn lightbox for about an hour each night and yesterday they cried at somethin' on there, but that's all," the tom told Agmundr. He wasn't too concerned about it. Gods were fickle things, and he rarely understood them completely. That's why they had dear Agmundr here.

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Eclipse had a feeling that Agmundr was going to end up rambling on uselessly all night so he felt it was useless for him to even stay, but there was still the chance that he’d say something semi-useful so he shook his head letting the doubt leave his head. He listened to everyone on their reports on how their Household God’s had been behaving and he found he could relate Beta on the whole lightbox situation. Then his ears perked for a moment and he questioned if he should even speak, but he knew keeping this sort of knowledge to himself wouldn’t be the smartest thing. "Actually I saw my household god’s watching a very particular thing on their lightbox. There was a man with fur on his face who was fighting monsters that were making sounds of pain. He had a godchild who was wearing a strange hat.” Eclipse didn’t quite understand that his Household God’s had been watching a show called The Walking Dead, but the monster’s on the lightbox troubled him. What if they were working for the Nameless One? A shiver went down his spine his yellow eyes glancing down at the tiles on the roof.

He wanted to understand why his Household God’s did what they did, but he felt he could only worship them properly. He remembered a God that was not from his own household coming to his house. He guessed the male was the deity of wine from the stink that came from his breath. While the stranger was in his home he hid under the table and waited for the god to pass by before attacking his legs. He felt that the god would corrupt his own Household God’s with his disgusting tasting cloth that he wore on his paws. After he wounded the god and stole his cloth his Household God’s seemed to be displeased with his behavior. Didn’t they understand he was trying to protect them from being corrupted? Just thinking about it made his fur prickle in a displeasing way. Eclipse had always been a bit on the extreme side of the faith. He was usually a calm and collected cat, but when the Nameless One came into play he became very feisty. It was best to avoid him when that happened.

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"No. The Vanguard's members can practice any religion they want." Jessamine explained. The Monarch was only seven moons old, and didn't know about the Gods of this place until now.