Vuul got quite the upgrade ! With a new Head inquisitor to Hand of Vuul Aliaa, a corrupted Jackal unwaveringly loyal to the great god of gooooo.

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Vuul and Aliaa are miiine

Short clip from a story im writing just for you Vuul Lovers out there (transferred into second person)


You gulp, before being blinded by a shining light in front of you. Your eyes open wide in a mix of awe and terror at what you witness; the large dome-like cathedral was ornately carved with gold and marble, supported by humongous pillars that towered above them. At the enter was a great golden altar filled with a viscous dark fluid, flanked by a circular flooring populated with hundreds of worshipers that resembled his two wardens.

“Behold mortal! You witness the sanctum of the Cult of Vuul!” The Jackal, head inquisitor of the cult of Vuul, announced as you all entered the magnificent shrine. Her bodyguard shoves you forward along the path to the alter, passing by line after line of latex covered anthros that who’s monotone prayers filled the air. With every step you take, the golden alter grew ever closer…

“Vuul-Khan our master… the lord of war… the saviour of us all… the one who perished for us… he will be reborn…”

“SILENCESSSSSSS”

A ear-wrenching hiss pierced through the air, staggering you down as the room deafened to an eery stillness. The dark substance of the shrine began to bubble, growing from the pool was a great goo naga; it’s scales were dark as the night, the body covered in golden sigils as it stared straight at you with it’s three malevolent golden eyes. “Come mortal… I have waited a long time for one such as you to enter my sanctum…” The awesome creature beckoned with its 4 arms.

You look around yourself, only to find your captors kneeling before the mighty serpent. Seeing no other option, you feel compelled to follow the serpents orders and slowly climbed up the ornate stairs; each step felt more and more daunting as he approached the pool. Stillness filled the air, the dread building up within you as you ponder the naga’s intentions.

The serpent broke the silence with a grandiose introduction. “Sssuch a fine specimen you are~… it is not common strangers to be exploring my cruel domain of sands and warmth. Yet, here you are... basking in the presence of the god of the sands… Vuul-Khan.” He stared intently at the you, his coils flexing and shifting within the pool of goo.