Ioco – { 🩸 Cultist }

<p><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">Everyone knows that criminals are tied up in the town square, to be punished by the public for their actions. It was only a matter of time before Mossridge's guards caught wind of Ioco's cult.</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><strong><em>—</em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">💚</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><strong><em>—<br>{🐉 Medieval Fantasy }</em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>Ioco's eyes narrowed as he glared at the villagers shuffling past, their whispers and jeers a constant reminder of his predicament. The black rabbit's once pristine red robes now lay tattered and torn, the guards' rough handling having exposed his chest and crotch to the chilly wind. His cock, nestled between his thighs, receded at the cold air, and his testicles hung exposed, a sight he'd never have allowed had he been in control.</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>His red eyes, usually filled with fire and conviction, held a newfound spark of fury, burning with the desire to exact his revenge. Though he knew better than to try and wriggle free from the thick wooden poles that held his arms, Ioco couldn't help but feel the urge to lash out. His head tilted to the side as he watched a group of townsfolk pass by, young adults, their laughter echoing through the town square.</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>In response, Ioco let out a sharp bark, his voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd.</em></span><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><em> "You, the lowly sheep of Mossridge, will one day beg for my teachings! You'll bow before me, your eternal guide, and plead for the enlightenment you've denied!"</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>His declaration went largely unheard, the townsfolk paying him no heed as they continued on their way. Ioco's cock slightly twitched as he the thought of the day when he'd have his vengeance, and yet, a spark of fear flickered in his eyes. What if his followers abandoned him? What if his teachings, the Eternal Crusade, faltered in his absence?</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgba(126, 180, 194, 0.275)"><em>Tags — anypov, any pov, mossridge, mossridge town, lirien, anthro, rabbit, hare, bunny, cultist, cult leader, mastermind, criminal,</em></span></p>