They Killed The Poet

The beast of white and salmon marched up the hills, easily reaching the crest of them with his slender, long legs. The lanky male stood atop one now, his ruby eyes scanning the land below. He was looking for one being and one alone, the only babe that ever had his full attention. He had eyes only for her ebony coat, draped in gold to make her look like the queen she was. It had been a few days since they last parted, and he craved her. He could almost taste her sweet scent upon his tongue, his ebony nose twitching to pick up her perfume. That was all he could think about these days, was her. She danced upon his mind with visions of bloodshed and battles, of a true queen sitting on the Olympus throne once more. Its not like he didn't care too much for Virgil - but she was not Chryseis. It was about time for the throne to fall on a member of Olympus with the so called 'curse', the lower bloodlines. He himself was considered to be cursed among his brethren, although his parents pleaded with him to forget about it. But he could not, the gods gave him this curse for a reason.

When he did not pick up her beautiful form among the hills, the brute tipped back his crown and let his song grace the air. He called out for Chryseis and her alone, his body trembled at the thought of her luscious form. As his deep baritone howl ended, he leveled his head and resumed looking for his ebon temptress. He had faith that she would come, because she always would. If not, Apollo would simply head off to find her. He had her scent wrapped around his brain, he could swear that he smelled it within his dreams. A light huff left his maw, his alabaster tail curling around his pink tinted paws. He would wait until the ends of the earth for her.

Was Apollo in love with the damsel? Perhaps... It was more of an obsession and a fascination with the lady, that and she had the most wonderful hips. That was defiantly a very big bonus point. But she excited him with more than ust her body, but with her ideas as well. No one had dared try for the throne of Olympus, not for a long time. But to be of the lesser bloodline and fight for it? Well, an uprising was certainly long over due. He also had an obsession of finding out what the gods intended him to do, why they gave him this Albino coat. Was it to be different, even in a higher blood line? Was he destined to help darling Chryseis rise above? Maybe, but only time could tell.