Pluto was less than impressed. He'd stuck around because he needed a change of pace, somewhere to lay his head, to learn about the world he'd come to. It was all pointless without Persephone, he thought, but he also wasn't the type of man to just sit around and allow himself to waste away anyway. Should he... try to find out more, about the life she'd led here? Should he put it out of him mind and see what else this strange pocket of existence had to offer for a god-turned-mortal? Dreams had been strange, and he was a being who put faith in what other deities showed him.
He was not the only being whose blood sang with magic, and his was not the only pantheon. But... did he care to fix a world that wasn't his, to work when his heart was heavy with grief?
He didn't know. He didn't care. He'd been content to lay around this territory and figure out how to be a wolf, for fucks sake. Not that he was unfamiliar.... but he had never been forced long-term to remain.
But the longer he stayed, the harder he looked. Scarred beasts, scared creatures, the smells of lust and drink and blood heavy in the air. It... was not a place for him. It was all too tempting, and too revolting the longer he watched. Most of it, he could find himself sinking into were it not for the unmistakable thread of ownership that ran through. Minions, pets, slaves; there were a million terms others used for it, but Hades had never condoned the utter control of another.
There was something so much more sweet, so deep, when one found another to share their side.
The god paced along the misty mountainside, once again irritated about shedding.
Maybe it all hurt more because he knew this meant she was supposed to be returning to his side. His pelt changing was the physical, hard proof of that, and it hurt. Her absence, hurt. He was supposed to be resting, but so much of his time was just... pacing. Walking borders he didn't mark, wandering a land that wasn't his own, watching people he didn't know.
A sigh billowed from his lips.
He kept pacing onward with no particular goal in mind. Occasionally, a cheep or scratch of talons somewhere alerted him to Little Ember's presence, but the silent creature was not to be seen directly.
He was not the only being whose blood sang with magic, and his was not the only pantheon. But... did he care to fix a world that wasn't his, to work when his heart was heavy with grief?
He didn't know. He didn't care. He'd been content to lay around this territory and figure out how to be a wolf, for fucks sake. Not that he was unfamiliar.... but he had never been forced long-term to remain.
But the longer he stayed, the harder he looked. Scarred beasts, scared creatures, the smells of lust and drink and blood heavy in the air. It... was not a place for him. It was all too tempting, and too revolting the longer he watched. Most of it, he could find himself sinking into were it not for the unmistakable thread of ownership that ran through. Minions, pets, slaves; there were a million terms others used for it, but Hades had never condoned the utter control of another.
There was something so much more sweet, so deep, when one found another to share their side.
The god paced along the misty mountainside, once again irritated about shedding.
Bloody wet place I've picked to stay at,he rumbled under his breath,
As if losing chunks of fur wasn't bad enough.
Maybe it all hurt more because he knew this meant she was supposed to be returning to his side. His pelt changing was the physical, hard proof of that, and it hurt. Her absence, hurt. He was supposed to be resting, but so much of his time was just... pacing. Walking borders he didn't mark, wandering a land that wasn't his own, watching people he didn't know.
A sigh billowed from his lips.
He kept pacing onward with no particular goal in mind. Occasionally, a cheep or scratch of talons somewhere alerted him to Little Ember's presence, but the silent creature was not to be seen directly.
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