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Perseus · 1/15/2025, 8:22 PM

Perseus had been dormant, reclused from the outside world of… the birds had whispered the name Mythris. He couldn’t grasp where it had started, but it seemed he had finally found a name for this hell that his God had placed him in. The fallen’s gaze drew toward the heavens, watching the ending of the rain gently peddle along the branches of the trees. Beads of water move slowly to the ends, before breaking and settling to the earth below. Shifting his weight, it seemed as though the warmer climate of the swamp lands did not allow snow to fall in this region. Instead, it had become a sopping mess of mud that clung between the fur of his paws and legs.

His memories of meeting another were from several moons ago, a man… one who had survived the curse of the caverns. That was the last he had spoken to another being in this realm. A growl developed from his chest, had he been so pathetic as to keep hiding his face from others? No. No longer would he await for his chances in the shadows. The man would delve into this world with the chaos he had built in heaven.

The man would chuckle to himself, thinking of all the sins he could plague this land in. He would make sure they would worship him, they would tremble at the sound of his voice. Pushing further into the pit of the wetlands, he would soon come across another.

A man of deep bark browns drew his attention, he seemed confused. Stumbling around like he had just awoken from a long slumber. He had remembered falling from heaven and landing in a powdered mess of snow. The only remnants of his past were the scars along his shoulder blades where his wings were plucked from.

Perhaps, Perseus would not scare him off too quickly. Maybe he could manipulate the man into doing something for him. Maybe he could lead him to others to punish, “You look lost.” He pestered, perking his ears as he steered his body in the other’s direction, “Are you?”

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