Kymopoleia (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} waveranging) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs,@ 2012-11-03 15:38:00 |
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WHEN: Friday evening
WHERE: A bar somewhere
WHAT: Happy little sea godling
WARNINGS:
Kymopoleia couldn't even remember the last time she'd felt this good. It had been a long time but the recent storm, while being awful for many of the mortals of the city, had been the best thing for the goddess of violent sea waves. It gave her a high, that true show of nature, and it had stripped away the fears and discomforts that Kymopoleia had been living through.
At the bar tonight the layers of clothing her gone, returning her to the barely there outfits of the past that made men make offers aplenty to 'warm her up.' Her hair was still red but, freshly dyed, it was no longer a disguise from her father. It was a symbol, to Ky, of her disconnection from Poseidon. She wasn't his daughter, not ever again. She was a red thing, a burning sea serpent, and if Poseidon came near her she'd bite like one of those sea snakes he despised.
She was laughing tonight, playing pool with a group of men and hoping to earn a little money from it. But the chances weren't good. She was decent at pool, but not that good. A familiar tingle came across her spine and she turned, with a flick of long red hair, to look at Briareos as he entered.