“For behold, I am going to raise up a shepherd in the land who will not care for the perishing, seek the scattered, heal the broken, or sustain the one standing, but will devour the flesh of the fat sheep and tear off their hoofs.”
++ Ancient Terran Ref. 11:16++
The Shepherd. The Guide. The Corpsegrinder. In the vast glistening halls of Terra he stands. An imposing figure of embroidered cloth and electric crook. The weak and the dying serve to stop the flock. They shall be moved by there own devices or by his hand. Neither nobility or religiosity matter; All are members of the human traffic, wheezing bodies clogging the runways and staining the gilded walls. Filth. He stands eternally, sweet sustenance coursing through rubberised veins.
This ended up going completely against the plan I had in my head for this group! I was originally building a band of worthless, degenerate pilgrims, but this member evolved into something more. Rather than fighting it, I embraced the changes. So now stands the Shepherd, the first member of my own small slice of Terra.
Please let me know what you think!