Contemplation, sheer stubbornness, and sweet denial
When:
Friday, the 13th
Where:
Random Park bench, somewhere in NYC
Warnings:
Sphinx is a little crazy
The words of the fickle Fates had not let her go since last she saw them. They'd been toying around in her mind, aggravating her. No more Thebes, they said. No more need to guard non-existent gates they said. Everything passes, they said.
It made her growl, act more aggressive then she really should. Thebes was gone, yet the city often still reminded her of it. No obvious gates, no one way entry. No more shutting down a city by simply being there. It was hard enough knowing she was just another speck in the midst of thousands. That dreadful Sphinx was no longer feared as she should be.
She couldn't allow the words to get to her. She was Sphinx, sphincter, eternal sing of doom and destruction.. Even death had not stopped her. Thus meaning her calling was not yet complete. Her calling and purpose was her life-line, that one thing she clung so stubbornly to, rather then fall into a gaping maw of nothing. No fate or god would take it away from her.
It was all that kept her from losing her mind.
A huff, and Sphinx opened her not-so-human eyes. She'd found a park, a nice warm bench. And something that passed for gates. Mortals that wanted in the park, had to pass by her. It was meant to be, really. She did not see the other ways they could avoid her, didn't want to. This was how it should be.
Her eyes surveyed the area. She was ever patient for mortals passing this way. As she'd always done, and as she'd always continue to do. Fates or no Fates.