| Deflowering [ancient, ancient times] (tag: Eros) |
[04 Jun 2013|04:01pm] |
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Kratos stood in the middle of the road, watching the retreating figure as she stomped away. Each footstep created a little puff of dust because of the dry conditions, but to Kray's confused mind it seemed to be a manifestation of her attitude towards him. Which he couldn't quite put a finger on, but it seemed to be a combination of anger, disgust and being affronted. Was there a word for that? And one question kept throbbing in his brain, just as his cheek throbbed where she'd struck him: ( what the hell had just happened? )
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| Blood Is Thicker [prior to the Indian Wars] (tag: Enyo) |
[04 Jun 2013|04:58pm] |
It had been a lovely town, he reflected as he watched the smoke roll up from one of the buildings on the eastern side. Dionysus was standing on the hillside just to the south, upwind of the smoke, watching with great pride as his maenads began making their way through the town. Whoever had started that first fire was brilliant, and would be rewarded. He'd just thought to teach the people here not to disrespect a god, a lesson best learned well before they ran into someone less pleasant than he was, but the fire changed that plan. Now, his mind turned toward razing the entire area. Then the forest could take over and it could be as new.
( “Burn it!” )
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