Holding power

*Skia* · (This post was last modified: 07-08-2017, 04:53 PM by Skia.)

He took his time to get to her and she took it as an opportunity to relax enough that she should be perceived as not a threat. She didn't sit though. No god should be caught too relaxed especially a goddess of war such as Skia. As soon as he appeared her icy eyes met his form with a cold gaze that could kill if she wanted it. There was a seriousness to her and a greenness that only the old gods could of instilled in her. She had no fear of her cousin for he was one in the same in her mind for now, though time would tell if they deserved each other's respect. His words were noted but met with a silence for moments as she eyed his form. He was true old one through and through. His bulk and height sought to it that all saw him for what he was. Her tail flicked as she waited for him to finished his own inspection of her.

As soon as she felt she had kept him in suspense for long enough her voice came forth. Her voice was smooth like silk yet still held the danger of her kin in it. "Pleasure to meet you cousin. I am Skia Abraxas, daughter to Kronoah Abraxas." her introduction was done and she gave him but a moment to process it before she moved onto his rather vague threat. Though she let it stsnd for him to decide if she had taken it as a threat or not. "An unfamiliar face I may be but I believe we can get past that, after all you were gone before I was born so I find the fault for you not knowing of me to be yours. After all my filthy mother was pregnant when you left from what I was told by Gaios and father." she kept everything neutral in her tone to leave him guessing. Might as well have a little fun with her cousin while they figured each other out.

She wouldn't sit until she figured him out. He wasn't like Giaos and Kronoah from her understanding. This would be a whole new learning experience for her. She eyed the distance between them and gave a snort of laughter at it. It seemed he was too cautious or afraid, so she did him the favor and moved to be in a more familial range of five to six feet apart, keeping face to face. "Don't tell me you fear your uncle's legacy. Or any other for that matter, it would be so disappointing to learn that you do after all the stories I've heard of you, prodigal son."there was a jest to her tone at that though she was half serious about it. She knew her father was a war machine to be feared by many, after all neither he nor her truly had a shred of care for mortal kind and enjoyed the art of war. Hopefully Amon remembered his uncle well enough to know he wouldn't of raised her to allow any weakness to stand anywhere in the family lines. Purity was everything to both of them.

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