Far Cry 5: The Panther
The hungry black Dog that sought to rise Above His Station, drooling with Greed and Envy while Pride road upon his shoulders with Broken Happiness and Aching Need to be apart of something Greater.
The wise, solemn White Horse, who bore neither ill nor good intent. He would not fold to either Charm nor Threat, would carry on with head held high.
There was the Hummingbird who was so Equally Strong and Weak. They would not join those who would storm His Church, but hover nearby, skittish yet determined. Loyal.
There was the Cobra, frightened and still, waiting to strike, who would lay just beyond the Churches doors and stand Guard. They would bite and hiss and poison themselves before folding,
Then there was The Lamb.
The Lamb was the Catalyst. The one who had to Choose. The one who was the First Seal, who held control of the other Six. Joseph had dreamed of The Lamb, of Their Heart, and he Knew that The Lamb could be Saved. No matter Their Choice, that fact never changed. The Lamb Could Be Saved.
But the voice spoke to him, and spoke of a sixth, that someone close to him would reveal in time. A Panther, they would sit out of sight, watching the Lamb, lashing out and defending it against any who threatened it. They could be saved, but it would require all of his siblings and himself to do so. For they would bring with them the key to saving the Lamb.