EU || A God's Apostles

The whole time the three had been in the domain of the Order, Damocles had a tingle creep up his spine. The thick unease in the air rippled with tension, like a fine balance of unruliness and dominance. If there ever was an influence of Oris to be felt, he recognized it. He had felt the same when he’d completed his initiation. After Cailu’s foreboding warning, Damocles kept to the front of the group, eyeing his surroundings. 

 “Keep close,” Damocles advised, his voice calm, yet clearly wary of something.

 Karyss and Prophet weren’t oblivious to the reason behind his wariness. The blotched puller had an uncertain look in her eye, and the war-experienced duve was on her guard. Nevertheless, each of them were at the edge of their seats with anticipation for what this next clan would bring. Was it another scare, like it was with the Watchers, or another battle like the Brutes? Damocles wasn’t keen on finding out, but he pushed on.

 It wasn’t before long that they were met with a group of elderly Haedians, their chains clinking and dragging in the dark as they descended upon the Vayrons. Those wet drooping eyes stared through each of them without a hint of compassion. 

 “Do you walk in the shadow of Oris?” One of the stern-faced Haedians asked.

 Damocles raised his head, keeping true to his stern image. “The Red Bull, Weaver of Threads,” he recited. “I have felt his influence, seen into the Void he governs.” The topic of the god comes comfortably off his lips, filling his voice with nothing but truth. The god of Chaos and the Void is known to Damocles. Not something the orderly and stoic Vayron ever gave the impression of.

H: Karyss shifts on her paws, rolling her shoulders as she glances from one Haedian to the other. She had recognised the daunting power that had washed over them as they left the former clan, the feeling of chaos in its purest form. This clan was different to the ones before, holding such power within their midst. They were Haedians that weren't to be crossed–a thought shared by Cailu, who had been wary and nearly afraid at the prospect of coming across the clan.

She couldn't help the shiver that had wracked her form at the question that spilled over them. It wasn't often that she had heard about the entities that reigned over their world, the powerful gods that created their world and birthed their laws. Oris was one particular one that was scarcely mentioned, many afraid of how power and ambition to take from the stars and grow in power. Did she walk in the shadow of Oris?

She finds herself nodding after a glance to Damocles and Prophet, standing taller as her eyes narrow. “Oris is the God of Chaos and the Void. Despite what many may believe, he is also the God of Order and Power. Without him, there wouldn't be much existence at all, not without the laws of nature he has pushed forth.

“After all, what is chaos, without order? What is light, without darkness? What is good without evil? Oris, while not one to cross, is part of our very essence as sentient beings. We can deny it all we want–without Oris–without the God of Chaos and the Void, the God of Order and Power, we are nothing.”

She lowers her head with respect, bearing her nape. It was far from submission–she was not one to submit easily, after all–however there must be a reason for these Haedians to ask such a question. Especially under the daunting power that filled the cavern.

There was a glimpse of surprise from Damocles at the act before it was swiftly hidden behind a mask of bored indifference, his head tilting in a similar fashion, if not as deeply. After all, it wasn't often that Karyss would bow her head, nor would she give such knowledge so easily. 

Prophet tilts her head, looking up at the Haedians as she contemplates her own answer after the ones given so easily from Damocles and Karyss–both of whom were powerful Reoseans that held knowledge where it was needed.

T: She clenched her teeth, steeling her jaw as she bowed her head. “May the shadow of Oris bring forth the light. Without shadow there is no secret. Without secret there is no power. Praise be to the hidden God.”

The older haedian stared for a moment, watery gaze unblinking. Then, he drew back, a mixture of disdain and satisfaction on his face. He didn’t look convinced, at least not by her statement, but there was nothing he could point out otherwise.

“So, you topsiders have some sense in you after all,” he said gruffly, “Perhaps Shira may like to have a look at you. Make sure you are what you say you are, and that you are devout followers of Oris. Come, outlanders.”

He turned tail, still not seeming to think he needed an introduction, shambling off.

Prophet glanced over at the other two. “Well?” she asked, tone low.

Karyss shrugged, “We don’t really have a choice, do we? Besides, I can’t say I’m not curious.”

“Likewise,” Damocles nodded, “Besides, what’s the harm. They don’t need to find out where our true intentions lie.”

“I guess not, but I can’t help but have a bad feeling about this-“ the red puller mumbled half to herself as she started following the older haedian

“We’ll have to cross that bridge when we get there,” Damocles sighed, “Soon enough.”

“Hopefully not too soon,” the dark lisse puller grumbled. The two others flicked their ears politely, pretending they hadn’t heard.