GODS AND MONSTERS
06-18-2014, 07:57 AM
A touch more reserved than usual, Nemesis trotted along beside Gaia with his head in the clouds. Much like his sister was doing, he was using the presence of another to avoid walking into things. The little olympian was feeling much better now that the sickness had left him, but the effects of it on his small body were obvious; he was thin now, giving him a gangly, sickly look that would hopefully be cured with time, and his once shining coat was dull and lifeless. Overall, he was the picture of sickness. The boy was steadily recovering, though. Soon enough his exuberance would return and he would be up to no good again. One question plagued his mind though, why had he gotten so sick? Had he done something wrong? Were the gods mad at him? Was he bad? Alright, so that was more than one question, but they begged to be answered. Questions aside, the boy was excited by the thought of being in Ebony again. Though he tired quickly, the boy was ready, even desperate, to play with his Ebony siblings. The olympian ones were great and all, but he saw them all freakin' day long and they fell into patterns of play that were getting stale. At last they arrived. Virgil called Raisa and the rest of their brood to her and once she was done, Nemesis couldn't resist tacking on his own little message. He wasn't very good at howling yet, so his voice came out small and wavering, but the message was clear; be ready to play! Speaking - - Thinking |
