No Back Stabbing

As the gathering drew to a close Sol and Khonsu remained silent, absorbing the complexities of the lesson and the dynamics of the group. They had listened, learned, and even contributed, yet they could not forget the unbridgeable gap that separated them from the others. The weight of their servitude was a heavy one, a constant reminder that while they were part of this collective, their participation was not born of the same freedom.

Sol felt a twinge of appreciation for Aresenn's recognition. It was rare for the twins to be acknowledged for their potential rather than gawked at for their appearance. "Thank you, sir." He murmured quietly, his voice barely carrying across the clearing, cobalt eyes downcast.

The stares and reactions from the others, ranging from curiosity to disdain, were familiar, yet, sparked an unspoken resolve within the two-headed wolf. They were more than just a spectacle; they were capable and intelligent beings, forced into a life of servitude but not devoid of dignity or purpose. Khonsu had to work to conceal his distain as they faced each member of the assembly in turn, forcing his expression neutral and his movements deliberate and respectful.

To Aresenn, they bowed their heads first, acknowledging his leadership and the lesson provided. Then, to each wolf - from the fiery-tempered Absinth to the aloof Ezekiel - they bowed their heads slightly. Even towards Rhazien, whose glare seemed to promise future confrontation, they showed a measured respect.

After completing their round of acknowledgments, the two-headed wolf turned then towards Sephiran, their movement cautious. To him, Sol and Khonsu lowered their heads more profoundly than they had for the others. There was a momentary pause as they held their bow, ensuring their gesture was seen and understood before straightening to take their quiet leave.

Sol & Khonsu