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Post by The Muses on Apr 20, 2017 16:15:49 GMT
The old man glanced at Stelios before turning back to his horse. He was short and skinny, a long grey beard hiding his rotten teeth. His eyes however were steaming slightly.
"I saw that game, boy. Pathetic. Losing to Athena's whelps. I also saw you on the battlefield, Lykos," he smirked to himself, turning back to is horse, which appeared to be dying slowly. "I hope you believe now," he snarled. "I'd hate for you to lose your way on this quest," he didn't sound very worried, however.
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 20, 2017 16:20:50 GMT
"Just because you lose a battle doesn't mean you lose the war," Stelios grumbled, "and I know my path on this quest, I follow the girl and plunge my sword into anyone who would do her harm, her and the others. It's not a matter of belief in existential matters or beings, it's a matter of believing in my own abilities and what I believe to be right," he philosophised, showing a kind of wisdom he didn't usually portray but he had his moments.
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Post by The Muses on Apr 20, 2017 16:31:26 GMT
The old man just snorted. "You're not wrong, I suppose... but you act like a common foot solider. You act like cur. You're a son of War God, so act like it!" He said, turning to face him, his eyes glowing like atomic bombs.
"You'd best start believing in the gods, boy," he spat. "You can't escape that fact now." The horse was starting to get skittish, growing slightly larger as it did so.
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 20, 2017 17:02:02 GMT
Stelios returned the old man's menacing stare but behind his eyes he was quivering like a little girl, unsure of where this was all going.
"You're right, I can't escape it," Stelios grumbled, "but how do you want me to act? Like Alkimos!? I act like a common foot soldier because I am a common foot soldier, I'm no leader."
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Post by The Muses on Apr 20, 2017 18:04:14 GMT
The man laughed. "Alkimos is a prick, so no. And perhaps you're not...," he shook his head, dismissing it. "You do know who I am, do you not?"
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 20, 2017 18:12:00 GMT
"I have a hunch," Stelios mumbled in his usual gruff voice, though he his nerves were settling and he didn't feel particularly on edge anymore.
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Post by The Muses on Apr 20, 2017 18:58:13 GMT
The man nodded, pleased. "Then you'll know to respect your father. With that in mind, I have two gifts for you. Be grateful, boy, because this isn't common. Firstly," he touched Stelios head, a whirl of images flashing into his mind. "Nereus' location. To get you started."
He let go of the horse, whistling. It started to grow, filling out with muscle, it's reddish-brown fur starting to burn. It's eyes glowed and it's hooves became black pieces of steel. Soon a horse taller than Stelios was standing there, snorting fire through it's nostrils.
"Aithon, one of my own steeds. A gift which I'll collect back once you're dead. Treat him well, boy. Show them the power of Ares!" He pushed the horse towards him. "You were right though; battle is about companionship." He looked over Stelios' allies, his eyes twinkling. "Now, what do you say?"
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 20, 2017 19:08:37 GMT
Stelios was taken aback to find that his hunch had been right. He put a hand on his forehead as it started to hum from the knowledge being passed on to him. The great war horse bore down on the warrior, its nostrils still flaring. Stelios stopped and pondered for a brief moment.
"You know," he began, "ever since this whole thing started I've often wondered how I would react when coming face to face with my godly parent. For a while I was certain I was going to fight you, even after my claiming yesterday, I still believed that I was going to draw sword and do battle, whether it was a smart move or not," he confessed to the mighty Ares, "but now I'm here, I only want to speak words not clash steel. Firstly, why you? Why are you my father and not Poseidon as my fath-" he paused, "my adoptive father led me to believe?"
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Post by The Muses on Apr 20, 2017 19:24:54 GMT
He laughed again. "Why me? Because your mother was hot, fiery and alluring, boy. I did what all gods did; I fucked. And I enjoyed it too." His eyes softened slightly. "Don't misunderstand me, she had a certain... quality. But don't start thinking you were the prince that was promised. I have five other children for Hades sake."
He pulled on his beard, growling. "Poseidon," he hissed. "You'd like to be related to him I suppose. A better father, I guess. Your 'adoptive' father," he emphasized, "was a pious man, and a man of the sea. Andromache told him you were the son of a god and he assumed Poseidon. I'll admit, it irks me your mother didn't correct him. He thought you were a reward, for his conduct at sea. Bah, mortals. Always thinking so high of themselves." His tone made it clear that's all he would say on the matter.
He moved away, clearly ready to depart, but he turned back. "Cross swords with me," he chuckled. "I admire your zeal, boy. Not your brains however. Maybe it;s good another is leading this quest," he laughed. "Don't expect this attention again, boy. I don't play favourites." With that he walked away, leaving the horse. He looked back, his face transforming into a strong, bearded man. His face was handsome but cruel, his eyes exploding out of their sockets with red explosion. Stelios' world tipped and he found himself on the ground, alone.
His audience with his father was over.
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 20, 2017 19:27:19 GMT
Prochorus watched as Stelios talked with a man. (OOC: What an interesting post. )
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 20, 2017 19:35:50 GMT
Stelios grumbled to himself as he sat up, rubbing his head. Aithon loomed over him once more and aggressively neighed, smoking steaming out of his nostrils. Stelios batted the horse away as he stood up, still rubbing his head. It was no use now, he was well and truly part of this world and had no choice but to submerge himself in it and do all he could.
(OOC perfect response there Muses, did by any chance need a quick glance over his bio again ;P )
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Post by Child of Lightning on Apr 20, 2017 22:14:02 GMT
Prochorus called over to Stelios. "Want to get going, mercenary?" (OOC: Well he is an immortal god, so he knows his shit. And yes I did and thank you.)
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 20, 2017 22:24:28 GMT
"Isn't that up to our leader?" Stelios called back as he walked over to the others, Aithon striding behind him.
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Post by huntress on Apr 20, 2017 22:33:55 GMT
Sophia's eyes widened in surprise. She loved horses, they were important for the Thracians. Sophia ran to it but kept some respectful distance and clapped her hands enthusiastically.
"He is so beautiful! Can I stroke him? And who gave him to you?". Her eyes sparkling as she was observing the animal.
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Post by Hellenic Fireman on Apr 20, 2017 22:56:42 GMT
Aithon viciously and aggressively growled at Sophia as he foamed at the mouth and his nostrils flared up once more. Stelios strode across the beast, slamming his shoulder into Aithon's chest area before again batting a hand down on the horses nose.
"Be nice to her," Stelios grumbled his command. Aithon gave a slight neigh as if to say "what? I wasn't really gonna hurt her" as he bowed his head low enough so that she wouldn't have to stretch in order for her to stroke his mane.
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