ORION
exiled prince
There is no answer, and somehow, that's something that weighs heavy on his shoulders. Orion frowned as he looked at the statue, and his head tilted. There was a side glance to Somnus, who had offered him nothing but a distant look, and Po, who was scared more than anything. He could not blame the latter, really, it was a tense situation that seemed to fizzle and spark.
It was time they simply took it all in to their own hands.
Flashes of white suddenly sparked above, and voices were beginning to filter down. Small clips of words that jolted out of thin air, there one moment and vanishing the next. They seemed to come in and out of existence, passing between planes as voices strengthened, grew more guarded. The tension moved from between the mortals, to the ones above, a thick veil in the air. The wind picks up, lashing about them, and the Dawn Emissary's ears went back, though he does not take a step back. It seemed to grow and grow until --- until the boom of a voice.
The wind died almost immediately, and the pillars shuddered. Orion felt himself wince slightly from just the sheer volume of the tone. The ground under his hooves shuddered, and he blew out a breath when the voice died out as well, the statue itself going inert once more. Nothing but stone. Leaving them where they were, covered with a fine dusting of rubble, and the shudder of the earth beneath them dying.
Abandoned.
Coolness rolled over him, and Orion turned away from the statue, from the deities, and felt his ears go down as he walked for the archway instead, where a few had already stepped up to inspect it. "We can work together. Our telekinesis is weak individually but certainly if we double up, we can move some of this." It was a civil offer as he looked at the archway, lifting a hoof to pick at a lower portion and send flakes of stone skittering away, loose and chipped.
Even if his Sovereign demanded it, he would not show up to a meeting like this again. The gods had their petty squabbles, and were dragging them in to it once more. They didn't need that. Any of it.
It was time they simply took it all in to their own hands.
Flashes of white suddenly sparked above, and voices were beginning to filter down. Small clips of words that jolted out of thin air, there one moment and vanishing the next. They seemed to come in and out of existence, passing between planes as voices strengthened, grew more guarded. The tension moved from between the mortals, to the ones above, a thick veil in the air. The wind picks up, lashing about them, and the Dawn Emissary's ears went back, though he does not take a step back. It seemed to grow and grow until --- until the boom of a voice.
The wind died almost immediately, and the pillars shuddered. Orion felt himself wince slightly from just the sheer volume of the tone. The ground under his hooves shuddered, and he blew out a breath when the voice died out as well, the statue itself going inert once more. Nothing but stone. Leaving them where they were, covered with a fine dusting of rubble, and the shudder of the earth beneath them dying.
Abandoned.
Coolness rolled over him, and Orion turned away from the statue, from the deities, and felt his ears go down as he walked for the archway instead, where a few had already stepped up to inspect it. "We can work together. Our telekinesis is weak individually but certainly if we double up, we can move some of this." It was a civil offer as he looked at the archway, lifting a hoof to pick at a lower portion and send flakes of stone skittering away, loose and chipped.
Even if his Sovereign demanded it, he would not show up to a meeting like this again. The gods had their petty squabbles, and were dragging them in to it once more. They didn't need that. Any of it.
