ᴘᴇʀꜱᴇᴘʜᴏɴᴇ (wraths) wrote in wtnvgame, @ 2022-02-14 02:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !action/thread/log, -player: ashe, -player: r, lore olympus: hades, lore olympus: persephone |
That was the only thing Persephone could think as she was yanked away from Hades and her mother and everyone she cared about. Exiled to the Mortal Realm and cut off. It was completely unfair and awful and it hurt. She could feel her heart breaking and she found herself cursing Zeus. Zeus and Apollo both. Why were they always tearing her life apart?
She could feel that familiar dark well of wrath in her chest, but she pushed it down and let it be drowned out by intense sorrow. At least that wouldn't hurt anyone else.
Blessed with wrath. That's what Eris had said. It was a lot to think about and Persephone wasn't sure how to react. She'd never wanted to hurt anyone, but she could acknowledge that she had the capacity to do so. And that meant she had to be mindful so as not to do that.
Which was easier said than done when she found herself in the desert of all places.
This was nothing like the Mortal Realm she was used to, and she couldn't help but feel like Zeus was being especially cruel. Still, it gave her room to work. And she needed the release that came with work. So she got to creating. She wished she could say it was beautiful and sensible and appropriate for the environment, but her emotions were all over the place and green spilled out around her as it had so many times before.
Wild plants spilled from around her and from her, vines and leaves and and branches, until there was a wide circle of plants in the middle of the desert. Some of the plants came out of Persephone herself as she dropped to her knees in the middle of it all. She felt at least a little better, though she doubted the feeling would last.
She just felt so alone and hopeless.