Ares (blood_lust) wrote in mount_olympus, @ 2008-07-22 21:13:00 |
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Current mood: | cheerful |
Entry tags: | ares, deimos, phobos |
He knew the minute the powers shifted again. Power rushed through him and the piddly love he'd endured for what seemed like forever, rushed right back out. Ares flexed his biceps and might even have leaned down to give one a kiss as he rejoiced in the return of War. He was not meant for love, and he'd made an emo, annoying love god. But no more. Once again he was himself and it felt wonderful!
For a moment, he considered finding his woman and throwing her against a wall somewhere, but then he remembered she didn't love him at the moment. Pesky, that. It would have to be dealt with at some point; he couldn't have her not loving him, but not right now. Right now? He really wanted either sex or death and since sex was out of the question at the moment?
Death it was.
He stalked out his room and contemplated just were he was going to go and who he wanted to kill.