He's eager to leave the frigid caves of the north where he serves the new Haruspex. It's a biting sort of disappointment, one that digs into him daily, though he does his best to maintain a smile. Such niceties are not the first nature of the beast however, and so Öde has slowly tucked away the truth, building it up like a cyst which needs to rupture in order to heal. His skin is taut across his buried feelings, his easy grin the shovel which digs them deeper, and he is fit to burst. His energy is obvious as he keeps pace with Erebos, hooves lifting higher than normal, giddy with this opportunity wherein Öde hopes to come across something upon which he might release himself.

He is better built for war than prayer. His frame is sturdy and strong, his horns defensive and offensive, and his magic is essentially an assurance of victory. He hungers for the triumph of himself over another, for the annihilation of weakness, merciless in whatever means he must acquire it. In all aspects, he belongs in this, body working alongside soldiers, ready to ravage. Much like his smiles however, Öde defies himself, burying honesty and affinity beneath the wardrobe he chooses to dress himself in.

Soliders are after all bodies of meat sent to slam against another, hoping your side will achieve victory. It's hardly the path to walk to achieve true immortality and ascension to the heavens. Soliders are rarely honored, they are easily forgotten, for they all bleed red. No, Öde thinks with a sureness as he steps through the Wilds in the shadow of his kin, though he can certainly partake and enjoy this lifestyle, it hardly suits him as a profession. Disciple or not, at least he is in the presence of the holy.

So while Öde decides this won't be a daily excursion, he can certainly revel in the moment.
Pulling up short, flanks heaving, neck bowed with muscle and horn-tips, Öde grins wolfishly. "Lead on, General," Öde grunts, an impatient fore-hoof striking out and digging into the moist top layer of the marshes. "We ought to destroy any bones we find," Öde reasons, remembering the way they had dutifully gathered such decay for Kaos, and how he wielded the scrap into an impenetrable monstrosity. As awesome as that had been, Öde was keen on eradicating something today, and crushing the very tools Kaos used seemed like a good plan for that regard.