When The Boys Are Away
Who: Nike OT Goddesses (maybe Apollo if he really wants to run with icky girls) What: Nike is bored and wants to get out and play in the moonlight (maybe a hunt?) Where: Mt. Olympus to start. We'll see where we go from there. When: Not long after arriving on Olympus (so a long long long time ago) Rating: PG for hunting blood and possible innuendo Status: In progress
Nike hadn't been on Olympus long, but already she hated it. Her parents had brought her here to serve Zeus. Well, she didn't see why or how. He didn't really need guards. Hello, he had lightening bolts to throw at people. They may not kill the other gods and goddesses, but they would surely mess up their day! She supposed her presence was more in the nature of moral support. She was, after all, able to assure him Victory. Usually at least.
It was just that ever since they'd come here, she felt more and more distant from her siblings. The boys were always off chasing girls and Bia was finding other interests. In short, Nike was lonely, even among the company of all the other gods and goddesses on Olympus, she felt all alone.
Her mother's advice had been to make some friends, but she didn't see how. That was what Bia was for, damn it! The others were all older than her. Well, older or a lot younger. None of the rest of them seemed to be in that place on the cusp of adulthood except Hebe. But Hebe had grown up here, she seemed to fit here in a way Nike just... didn't.
Stxy, Nike's mother, had of course realized that this was a fairly normal feeling for an adolescent, but she had been kind enough not to point that out to her flame-haired daughter. Nike, of course, felt as though no one would ever understand.
And so she passed some time sitting in the courtyard feeling sorry for herself, feeling alone, and wishing she were someone else. Or somewhere else.
Now, there was an idea. No one had said she could leave, but no one had said she had to stay here, either. Maybe it was a good night to leave, to just go out into the mortal world and run through the woods. Stretch her wings and fly and play with the wind and the birds. Something. Anything.
Moved into action by those thoughts, she went to her room and returned with her bow, a gift from her mother before she came to this place. She'd never used it, but maybe it was time to try. After all, she was a good shot. She had to be. She was always victorious!