| Du hasst mich, ja? [tag: Dysnomia, Tyr] |
[25 Feb 2008|11:19pm] |
The bright side of Enyo's plan was that there was no way her victims expected it. Victims... as in plural. Centuries upon centuries after the incident at Teutoburg Forest was hardly when someone would expect a first blow of revenge. Which is precisely what it was – revenge. They had destroyed her Romans... at least their ancestors and one of their gods had. Now, of all times, she would avenge the stab at her pride.
Filthy mongrels they all were. Filthy mongrels who wouldn't expect the Greco-Roman goddess to come back now. But Enyo was glad she waited. So incredibly glad. With her recent exile from Olympus, she would take neither side in their war and would wait out her time to step in until everything was perfect... or she was asked nicely. This inconvenience gave her time to think, to plan and above all... to piece a very interesting puzzle together.
The barbarian had called himself Tiwaz, a name that still sounded like a venereal disease to Violence. Some abhorrent burning rash that even the best healers couldn't cure. Though, that wasn't what amused her. It was his symbol. The little arrow thing that was probably some phallic idol when one looked at it in the proper context. Like cave paintings where men such as that Tiwaz (and even though she knew his popular name, he would never be anything but to her) would drag their women to by the hair to make zug-zug.
( Disgusting. Scandinavian gods really were the missing link in the evolutionary map, weren't they? )
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