Paint a Pretty Picture

*Gaios* · 10-27-2017, 09:04 PM

Gaios was, in a word, unamused. It had been raining consistently for the past four days straight, without break. He mourned for the sunlight, yearned to see some trace of it, but it would appear that his wanting and wishing was all for naught. The rain pattered down around him, deaf entirely to his pleas. The young titan padded around the lakes shore and huffed to himself. Fog curled upwards from the lake's center, evidence that the water was warmer than the cool air around him, but this did nothing to incline him towards a swim. No, Gaios was plenty damp enough already, thank you.

The youth went on his way, grumbling. What was the use of being partially a god if you still endured all the of the terrible things about being mortal, anyways? As soon as he found himself a meal he would find shelter somewhere, but the meal had to come first. Father told him that he was no good as a warrior if he was no use as a hunter, and Gaios expected to become both at some point. The young male worked as hard as his young body was able to emulate all the habits set out before him, but spirits, was it ever difficult. In fact, maybe the rain wasn't so bad after all. He sat down with a muffled thump, allowing the rain to dribble down amongst his pelt. After all, he was already wet. Why not wait a moment longer?

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