Wrath (ire) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-16 09:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | temperance, wrath |
Who: Wrath and Temperance
Where: Streets then an alley.
When: Monday evening
Warnings: Language, violence, Wrath skipping away all giddy.
It didn't look like the titans were going to move against her any time soon, the angels were being quiet, the Greeks had no clue what was going on with their kingship and Satan was absent. In short, Wrath was horribly bored and utterly annoyed at whatever was developing between her and Theon. Wrath didn't know love, despised love, and this definitely didn't come close to that insipid emotion, but there was attachment and attachment was a weakness.
Bored and annoyed, Wrath did the only thing she could. She armed herself to the teeth with knives, guns and eplosives and let herself loose on the city. Plopping herself down on a bench in the middle of a business area, she scanned the crowd, picking up little sparks of anger and enflaming them into huge bonfires. Fights broke out but all of a sudden, Wrath felt nauseated. Angels itched, Horsemen gave her headaches but only one breed of disgusting creature made her feel sick to her stomach and Wrath grinned as she saw Temperance making her way down the sidewalk.
It was the grin of a shark or a serial killer and she walked up behind the virtue and in a flash, she had linked their arms, drawing on all her Fires to keep the virtue close to her side as her free hand went down to dig sharpened nails into Temperance's flesh. "Hello, darling virtue," She murmured with a bright, sadistic smile, guiding them toward an alleyway smoothly. "How are you today?" This was going to be easy. The virtues were weak in this sinful society and Temperance was no different. Candy from a baby, really.