lesser gods & greater mortals / tumblehoes v. oculins, day 2
Nov 3, 2018 13:51:24 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Nov 3, 2018 13:51:24 GMT -5
AMPHITRITE / #1
She has always been the most bitter of the Nereids.
Once, they were divine — they drowned in the depths of the sea just to say that they could — and their beauty could not be denied. No creature dared to challenge them. They were gods, and Amphitrite was their queen. Then the storm came not long ago, rusting her crown and removing her skin. The winds raised the sisters from the ocean, their white gowns became their shadows, and they crashed against the rocks and lost their forms. The bones of who they were.
Amphitrite seethes in her rage, in the ruin of her divinity. A loss of a kingdom does not remove her status, she knows this, but it's often that she thinks of the past. The water was warm, and the salt did not sting, and she had been kind. Now she clings to cold stone, now her limbs twist and ache in search of her skeleton — and now she is cruel. She is both the ruler and the army.
When a mortal crosses her path, he need not trigger her defenses. He need not harm her.
Her thirst for blood has a hair-trigger.
( #1 attacks Angel, knife )
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( severed thumb on right hand; 8.5 )THETIS / #2
She has always been the strongest of the Nereids.
Once, she lead armies of leviathans. Her teeth were sharp enough to make sharks flinch, her song could lull the whales to sleep, and her claws were mighty enough to part the sea. And yet, when the storm came, she couldn't claw herself free of her prison. Lightning tore the sky, the wind tore her skin — and only she fell. The clouds remained.
Her gown, the shadow of her being, is not the same heavenly shade as those of her sisters. It pulses with streaks of red, her barbs just a little sharper. Maybe this has always been her true form. And she is not a queen, she knows this, but she remembers being a general. She knows how to make herself into the sword that she once wielded.
Unlike Amphitrite, she waits to be disturbed; she waits to feel her tentacles crushed beneath a boot.
Pain has always fuelled her.
( #2 attacks Anatalia, knife )
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( deep gash on left bicep; 8.0 )DIONE / #3
She has always been the most divine of the Nereids.
Her beauty was like a blade straight through your chest — fashioned from the coldest ice. And her kiss, that sweet song of hers, was enough to resurrect the fallen. No one hated Dione, all creatures of the sea loved her, but even she shared the same fate as her sisters. She lost her golden hair and her ivory skin, her gown floated down from the heavens and clung to the unforgiving rocks.
And now she rests there, almost at peace; almost beautifully in the way that her body shines beneath the sun.
But a divine thing is a terrible thing — and now she is only the latter.
( #3 attacks Hellion, knife )
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( shallow cut on right thigh; 3.5 )NELITE / #4
She has always been the calmest of the Nereids.
Underwater flowers took root in her hair, small creatures came to find shelter by her side — and if Dione was the most loved, Nelite was the most treasured. For her grace, and for her gentleness; and all fragile things called out to her when the storm began to brew. She wanted to save them, she hoped to make the waters still once more, but in the end she gambled her own life. Nelite saved nothing.
And when she fell, she was grateful for her gown and the shroud it gave her. She couldn't forgive herself for her failure. Her limbs do not form a trap, and she has no desire to kill without reason — but her sisters, all that she has left of her home, come first. Above the sons and daughters of the land.
Nelite strikes because she wants to be left alone. To live without peace is her burden.
( #4 attacks Parson, knife )
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( block; 0.0 )KETO / #5
She has always been the most savage of her sisters.
Leviathan, the namesake for all others, was her lover — and Scylla and Charybdis were her friends. Her fangs and her talons were enough to make even Thetis falter, but Keto had always been more beast than god. She didn't belong in their world of jewels and peaceful waters. And when the storm came, she gave herself willingly to it. Because destruction was her birthright.
Her fall was quick, and it was painless, and she has no quarrels with her new form.
A scarlet gown, blades in place of her hands — no one can deny that she is a monster now.
( #5 attacks Anatalia, knife )
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( two severed fingers on right hand; 9.0 )EUDORA / #6
She has always been the most generous of her sisters.
Her charity taught the whales to sing, and her public garden became the great reefs. The creatures loved her for her wealth, not for her heart or for her beauty, and for a time she had been content with that. Until the storm uprooted her beautiful things and suffocated all the songs of the ocean until there was nothing but silence — and her own scream. She fell on the wind with a gown of gold.
And now she longs to be wanted once more; she longs to be a jewel like those that line her limbs.
Let her be the most feared.
( #6 attacks Hellion, knife )
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( shallow cut on back; 4.0 )( dars )