7/17/2025, 3:30 PM
perhaps Amaris , otherwise aw!
The bastard son awakens in a place far too hot and dry for his tastes. Basked in the shroud of his father's warmth, sprawled out upon warm sand-stone. Sand dusts his hair (fur?), much to his chagrin. This is no Olympus. There are no servants waiting at his feet, there are no maidens to charm and no lyres to strum.
He is painfully alone, and in a body that is not wholly his own. Paws for hands, four golden limbs instead of two. He is a beast! How...unfitting, for the son of a god!
Perhaps it was Hera who's struck him down and cursed him to roam as wolf. Bitterly, he curses her image as he sits up with an exaggerated huff. At least his fur is a gorgeous shade of golden light. And perhaps he should be grateful he's uninjured. But, alas, his looks always came first. It was a shame there was no gilded mirror to admire himself in.
There's nothing but sand and warm stone and desert that stretches for miles. With a roll of his eyes, he grumbled sourly to himself. Couldn't he have been casted down somewhere more...pleasant?
The bastard son awakens in a place far too hot and dry for his tastes. Basked in the shroud of his father's warmth, sprawled out upon warm sand-stone. Sand dusts his hair (fur?), much to his chagrin. This is no Olympus. There are no servants waiting at his feet, there are no maidens to charm and no lyres to strum.
He is painfully alone, and in a body that is not wholly his own. Paws for hands, four golden limbs instead of two. He is a beast! How...unfitting, for the son of a god!
Perhaps it was Hera who's struck him down and cursed him to roam as wolf. Bitterly, he curses her image as he sits up with an exaggerated huff. At least his fur is a gorgeous shade of golden light. And perhaps he should be grateful he's uninjured. But, alas, his looks always came first. It was a shame there was no gilded mirror to admire himself in.
There's nothing but sand and warm stone and desert that stretches for miles. With a roll of his eyes, he grumbled sourly to himself. Couldn't he have been casted down somewhere more...pleasant?