Holy Jetsam

"You have three seconds to get right with your gods, demon. Assuming you have any." Exhaustion had made him miss the approach but the voice that rang out, clear as a bell, had him jolting to sit up with bright eyes. Before the words dawned on him. Atreyu, someone who hadn't gotten to see the vague changes that Ultyr had been going through, only saw the same monster he had in the beginning. It was the arrival of the others that had him heaving himself to his feet, eyes flickering to Vayne in a panic before back to Atreyu when a pale unknown woman approached as well. At least he knew they were all here, and then some. "Vayne? Why's Atreyu acting like this?" And this one didn't know their history very well.

"If you might recall, I am the only god I know." A sharp hiss of air between his teeth, head turning to reprimand Ultyr with furrowed brows for saying something that wouldn't garner him any favors with Atreyu. If he was honest he could care less for the new faces he didn't recognize, he felt like they wouldn't hold much weight here in these decisions. Not like his siblings would…not like- Where was Azriel. He hadn't arrived with Atreyu and it made his fur stand on end to not be able to spot the quilled man in the sea of faces, it was dangerous to not be able to find him. "I've never injured either of them." Oh Ultyr…he would support him, try to help him carve a niche here but not built on a complete lie, a half lie might be easier though.

"We fought when he found me, I wasn't in my right mind after seasons of being held as a slave. I wasn't hurt by it, more a spar than anything else, and he doesn't hold me as a slave, he freely offered for me to travel with them." His words are chosen carefully and weighted to try and hold sway with a family he hadn't seen in so long.

And then, he found Azriel in the worst possible way. With Lailah still close to Ultyr as the massive brute lunged from his hiding spot, intent on revenge he was sure. But all Ganymede saw was a possible casualty in the form of little pregnant Lailah who tried to run towards him before she dropped. Trauma and fear were a demanding beast. He wouldn't let her get hurt though, and Atreyu would be lucky if Ganymede didn't rip Azriel’s balls off after this. Teeth bared, a snarl pulling up from his chest, he moved quickly to close the distance and grab Lailah by the scruff. Apologies would be given later for this as he hauled her away from the two fighting monoliths, as quickly as he could. He was bigger than her, sure, but he lacked the bulk that would make her effortless to carry. Setting her down and standing over her cowering form once he deemed them a safe distance away. His head snapped to stare at his sister, at Vayne as well.

"So we’re no different than the monster who took our home now? We don't use words to sort out problems before we rush to outright murder the father of her children in front of a pregnant woman. What would you do if this stress forced her to miscarry this late in term, or have the puppies here on the beach?" Foot, meet mouth. His anger caused his temper and lack of thought when it came to these situations to rear its ugly head, legs stiff and head lowered as the fur along his spine rose to stand on end.

"speech"

"other’s speech"