FREEDOM IN THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY
06-20-2014, 08:49 PM
It had been quite some time since any family members had been seen, for the opaque beast had hidden himself away. He was not of the true Olympian blood line, for more than one reason. He was not born into the descending line of those above him, and he was also as colourless as fresh snow. Pink shone beneath his clear coat, eyes holding no sign of any pigmentation. He was an outcast to his own bloodline, cursed to bare the weight on his scrawny shoulders. He was simply pulling himself from his hiding spot when the call came, vocals that he well knew. Virgil. A smile cracked on his hueless lips, a deep baritone chuckle passing from between them. Perhaps it was time to say hello...
His steps were silent as the tall, lanky form of Apollo easily picked his way towards Olympus. The scent of his family was growing stronger, already few had gathered around the golden demon. They were the same age, the two of them, although they had different parents. He sneered at the other, his coat a welcomed sign within their pack of family. Although Apollo still placed all his faith in the gods, he often wondered why he was given this cross to bare. Hiding within the shadows his gaze flew over his parents, only to flutter back and rest on them. His dear parents, he had said nothing to them when he just up and vanished. His brother was no where to be seen though, and he wondered if he too would appear to this meeting.
His audits flashed forward, rhodonite gaze falling on his father. He spoke of news, and Apollo was curious. After a few pulsed of his heart he removed himself from the shadows, his white coat shining in the light. He stuck out as a sore thumb as always, yet he held his head high as he walked into the clearing. The brute coughed to grab everyone's attention, his sweet gaze landing on his mother. He wished to embrace her, but he stood a bit away from the others so that he could gather their emotions. Would they be happy that he had returned, or would they chase him away? "Hello mother dearest, have you missed me with all due severeness? I have returned at last, and I know that much time has passed." Pausing in his lyrical speech, his eyes once more roamed, this time narrowing at Virgil. They were cousins, but he was wondering if that would keep him at bay from an attack as his entrance stole his thunder.
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