A Little Slice of Paradise.

z e p h y r o s .


he followed her for no good reason. 'shameful boy', his mother often said to him during his puppyhood. her bittiness ruined him, made him hallowed where his heart use to be. loving bombing zephyros after significant abuse- making him who he was today. did they all know who he was in the dark, unsupervised?

the young dunamis was freshly two-, an adult now. and his tendencies grew darker, more perverted as he increasily became interested in females. why was it that starchild rang such as sweeter perfume these days? intoxicating him during the meeting.. now this? tsk, tsk, tsk.. shouldn't have been alone out here.. not with zephyros around. and he had her all to himself for the first time, truly. watching her for some time behind a large palm tree on the opposite side of the blue pool, perched as his eyes traced over her sleek, untouched frame. her aversion stirring in him a more profound curiosity. the forbidden always made him yearn for it more. why was this bad? and why now after all these years? knowing her and always looking from a distance after all.. but tonight he would not only watch.

"Starchild." his guttural voice grumbled aloud. hoarse voice crashing in the still night as his hulking figure descended to pool's brink. his eyes unwavering and focused, fixated on star as she drank water. the sound of her gulping making his ears erect, and primally intrigued. "Érebos sent me to watch over you." he lied, deception one of his better games. daring to play part and get her comfortable.



"talk."