The Gods

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God of light, of sun, of flame. His light from above shines down upon the clans providing warmth in which many of his followers bask in within their clans borders. The fireflowers that glow within the fields seemed to have been forged by Helios himself. Those who have seen the god swear that his steps scorched the earth beneath his paws. Water seemed to vaporize off his pelt and those just standing in his presence felt like the warmth of a thousand suns. A mane like a lion frames his figure as he towers over all he sees. With a temper like a match, it’s key that one not cause a spark.

Yet as quickly as the god can rage like a wildfire, the faith of his followers can calm him to be no more than an ember from a flame. The god fights to ensure that they are protected from any darkness that may wish to consume. Sunclan can only pray that his power will be enough to keep this darkness at bay.

Goddess of night, of moon, of peace. Her glow interweaves within the trees that her followers shelter beneath. The mushrooms that glow are reminiscent of the god’s mysterious nature that they may have been illuminated by the gods own choosing. Those who have seen the goddess insist that her pawsteps left a layer of frost behind, a glistening trail which would lead up to the she is necessary. Could the chill nearby just be the seasons changing or could it be a mysterious goddess listening in on the words that travel in the night.

The moonlight that illuminates the clans is as gentle as the she herself, bestowing only words which offer peace and tranquility to those who hear it. Yet threaten the goddess and who knows what powers may be released.

God of death, of darkness; the foresaken god. Their presence could rip the very stars from the sky and ensure that the moon and the sun never rose again. Their voice screeches as if it belongs to everyone and noone all at once. Teeth as sharp as the ones that had destroyed the clans once before. The smile that crosses their maw is enough to make a grown warrior shudder in fear.

The darkness that surrounds them seems to consume all within their reach. The light that touches their pelt is absorbed with no chance for it to escape again. A means to rip all that the clans know away from them while altering what they are to expect. Their power seems to captivate even those who hold firm belief in the gods. While Helios and Aletheia protect the clans, Azaris seems hellbent on destroying them.