Limos (![]() ![]() @ 2008-01-14 22:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | ate, elpis, limos |
Limos didn't care what people saw as the world exploded in color and the god appeared in the middle of the street with a seething hissing and glare. The tress seemed to perk up, flowers wiggling their way up through crack in the concrete. He couldn't stand it! It was all so wrong, and unclean. He even felt different, his sunken features slowly plumping up. His fingers look rounded out, and his eyes where clear and bright.
And he was hungry, as if he hadn't eaten for ages.
Stalking into the spoon, he hissed at the first hop that tried to give him a seat, and stomped his way to the dark girl that was sitting next to the other. His sisters. And they were in store for a storm, and didn't even know it.
"I'm BROKEN!" He roared, planets starting to perk up and lean toward him as if he were Gaia herself. "They...Its...There are flowers popping up where I walk! There is green grass, and trees, and I'm getting fat!" He looked as if he was on the brink of hysterics, an unusual sight for the usually mellow Famine. Whatever had him worked up, was something quite wrong.
"I didn't even go near her gardens! And now I'm, I'm like her," his voice pitched high and helplessly. He was hyperventilating when he finally grew quiet, shaking with furry, and unable to escaping the 'flowery' feeling he was having.