redstallion (redstallion) wrote in themoderngods, @ 2012-05-12 17:47:00 |
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The city was teeming with conflicting personalities and unique creatures, it was a place one could get lost in the differences that passed over the streets daily. Shoshana had come to be fond of that, Despoina had drew power from it, and Arion had hated it. Humanity had never interested him, and while lately he had had some curiosities about his new form, it did not make him any more affectionate toward the general populace. It made him sink into himself more often lately, allowing the two woman to take more control. Which worried Despoina, not that Arion was retracting--he did that regularly--but that Shoshana seemed less apt to take her own control. She worried that they had been slowly fading her out, something that neither she nor her brother ever wanted to do. They both had agreed on that ages ago. Shoshana was allowed her life and they did not attempt to take that from her; except now she did not seem willing to control her own life, glad to live int he blackness that was the mind while they were in focus. And that was how Despoina was finding herself this evening, walking slowly through Brooklyn with little care in the world. She was beginning to get a better understanding of the places to go as a homeless woman in New York City, and what to do to avoid trouble; but there was something guiding her, leading her this direction getting stares made toward her as she walked down the sidewalk. Shoshana's upbringing had been instilled not only in the mortal, but her godly forms and hygiene was still important. She was clean, clothes washed, skin scrubbed, but it did not change the fact she had been without for months. None of them were very good at holding on to their possessions, either from forgetfulness (Arion) or the kindness to give to others, they were slowly running out of the things they'd once had; it did not make for a put together appearance. So people were staring, watching and giving her a wide birth as she let her bare feet carry her toward the power that seemed to thrum in her soul. Even the building as she came upon it seemed to have some sort of lingering power, as if her mother's grace had melded into the walls. It was part of her realm, her power, to sense these things and it made it all the more easier to walk down the halls, up the stairs, to the door that was clearly a reflection of herself. Doors, fences, they meant little to her, and like so many times before, had someone been watching it would have seemed that Despoina had simply disappeared into the door to come through the other side; even if there was a quiet latch of it behind her, even if the lock was still in place. Her eyes looked around curious, taking in the space before calling out to the other divine there. |