Nera Thalassa | Styx (ex_stygos832) wrote in forgotten_past, @ 2011-03-10 18:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | styx |
Who: Styx (stygos), references to Acheron, Pallas (goatofwar) and assorted entities
What: All rivers have stories to tell
When: Early life to before the Titanomachy
Where: Okeanos's halls; Stygian pools; Mount Othrys
Notes: Part 3/3 of in-flight writing. Expect messy rambling, because what else is new, really.
Even great rivers have humble beginnings. Or as humble as they can be, when they are born in the great halls of the World River, in the arms of a goddess who would become known as the Nurse when many other droplets followed the first one.
She was the first of her kind, the eldest of the girls. Pale skin, black hair in thick tresses, solemn blue eyes: a poor herald of the joyful variety of water nymphs to come. She was a grave child even then, but one cannot be the baby sister, the only girl among a gaggle of loud river boys, without learning to laugh once in a while.
That laugh matured, grew blade-sharp as other daughters followed. The shadows at the side of Father Ocean's throne suited her better than the spotlight many of her sisters so favored.
Hand in hand, water mine to water thine, she watched Acheron of pain sink deep below the earth, water cracking rock cracking skin. Arkadian, corrosive, abhorrent to the bright and lively creatures crowding the surface, she faded away (inside) too.
The laughter is clearer when it is absent. Styx smiles. It's a pas de deux, their dancing game, and at times it is Hate who loses to War.