The summons of the frozen kingdom beckoned, and like any good disciple, he obeyed. Much of the herd life of the Aurora Basin was yet to be explored by the young stallion, a testament to such as he drifted towards Lena's side among the crowd, furthered by his silent watchfulness of the happenings rather than his involvement. He was much like the Cuckoo bird, laid in a nest not of his design, raised by a family not of his kind, but feigning the role as such as it suited him.
This was not to say that Öde was an antisocial sort. Quite the opposite - gods required worship, which was fueled by followers. Rather Öde was so incredibly selfish and and self absorbed he hadn't the time to spare on integrating himself fully into this Stepford family. He would do enough to get by, and in this period of youthful inexperience he would glean all that he could, but in the end, he was a barnacle on this frozen hull.
Still, even if loyalty didn't hum inside his chest, at least not loyalty for here, he was not an abhorrent member. He attended the meeting now, and would do so int he future. He took upon himself the mantle of warrior, his blood set to feed the pale landscape (even if it was menders they called for), and he would forge ties with the members of the frozen fortress. Ultimately the only thing that separated him from any good citizen here was that he did these things because he had to, rather than wanting to.
Öde was quite simply, a self entitled teenager, helped along no better by his numerous deaths and absence of parental guidance. "Excuse me?" came the doldrums of his mother, her voice rattling his mind with crow caws. "I guided you plenty!" into hell.
It's said that the pits of the wicked are frozen over rather than cast in flame. If so, he was right where he needed to be, seated on darkness and ice.
[Shitty whiny post FTW!]
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[O] Feeding the Wolves [Mandatory Herd Meeting]
