enosichthon (enosichthon) wrote in metempsychosis, @ 2012-03-21 20:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !event 3, !mini-log, poseidon |
[Chelsea felt the ground shake beneath her when she got out of bed. It was a surge of power coming off in waves as she padded on the hardwood floors toward her father's room. When he slapped open the door she suddenly felt compelled to fall to her knees. There were tears in her eyes because there was something truly magnificent about his stormy blue eyes. It comforted her and frightened her at the same time.
"Father?" she said in a shaky voice, standing once again. She expected him to slap her away, but instead his arm stood around her as if she were a Queen.
Even more amazing was the way the waters bent at his voice when they neared out of the apartment and near the harbor. It was the first time the girl could actually hear it. The ocean's voice was soft, soothing, luring like a hook to a fish. Poseidon was their net, swinging it in whatever direction he chose. It could turn cold and vicious in an an instant. It was that very surge that had the mortals frightened. The clouds overhead were dark, the ocean swirled in a sickly spiral, as if a tsunami could catastrophically collapse against the city at any moment.
Also, within that water was a call from something else immortal. Triton had an army and it was thundering against the waves.
Chelsea looked up to her father, a beam of pride over her face. He was nothing like books and statues depicted with a graying beard. He was massive in his gaze, mysterious and dark. The silhouette of a god that men feared.
As the rain slapped against her face, the ocean churning beneath, she whispered his name in awe.]