Deimos | God of Dread (terrorandmayhem) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-23 20:13:00 |
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Current mood: | mischievous |
Entry tags: | deimos, hecate |
they call it stormy monday, but tuesday's just as bad
Who: Hecate & Deimos
Where: Park.
When: In the dark.
What: ..out for a lark? Deimos'gets mugged', Hecate is unfortunately talking a walk
In those times when Deimos remembered that Kitty had existed he missed the rabid little dead thing he'd loved in his own special crazy way, short and brief and destructive but true. It was probably the search for another small and violent companion that drove him to weave and wend his way to the park but he became lost in the leaves and promptly forgot why he was there.
He'd found the cat completely by chance, a small grey tabby with no owner and no body mass, frozen in the scraggling bushes at the approach - however innocent - of the god of dread. Deimos found the cat and was delighted, but unfortunately broke it's neck in his enthusiasm... he didn't seem to notice though, carrying it around by it's head in one hand, the body hanging limply under it even as he laughed and spoke to it, trying to feed it an acorn at one point before he realised this was a little dumb of him as cats were carnivores.
The park was a fun and exciting place to be so late at night, with the air so cold and the stars all out, the sound of car sirens as someone stabbed someone else and then all the company! Deimos was surrounded by three taller guys in hoodies, one of which had a baseball bat, the other two with knives that looked like they'd just been plucked from their mother's kitchens. They apparently hadn't noticed the cat hanging dead from the dirty-faced god's hand, too intent on swearing at him until he gave them his money.
He laughed because he'd left his wallet at home, and then again because he didn't have a waller. He didn't even realise he was being mugged until the knife swung at him.
By the time things had ended Deimos was trying to make the cat lap up the blood, pushing its blunt little nose into the red-black puddle on the ground. Only Deimos knew where the bodies had gone.
Well, only Deimos until the following day when someone found them up a tree.