let the ravens gather

N/A · 09-17-2014, 03:25 PM

Hypnos had followed his mother to the battlefield. Followed in silence. He was growing bigger, and his leg a little stronger, though there was still much he would need to do to ensure he got full use out of the limb. But this call, this challenge, it left him oddly unsettled. To see blood spilled... yet at the same time it felt justified. Right to know that the alphas who imprisoned his family were going to hurt. He wanted them to lose... so his momma could be free. So Polly could be free. He didn't care about himself... he wanted them happy. But they weren't happy in Olympus. He would give a soft sigh, seating himself beside the black and gold woman. He would gently press into her, his ears pricked, as she spoke.

Emotion struck him. Hurt. Anger. Because of his leg... the man who said he'd be a burden because of it... was his dad? His real dead? Seagreen eyes would fall to the floor. He... didn't feel sad. He did not weep for this man, nor his mate. He did not feel angry that some of his siblings might lose their home. No. He felt oddly... happy that they were going to suffer if this woman won. They wanted him to die, tried to throw him away like the remains of a kill. Yet he was alive. Because the gods willed the wrong to be set in their place. He would lift his gaze, anger within those orbs. A child, with a thorn deep in his heart, would call out to his sire; "It is you the gods will strike down for your sins, so called Olympian alpha! You and her both!" If Heilos heard him before the battle began he paid no heed. But perhaps his birth mother had. Words spoken Hypnos would turn his head back to Chryseis, setting it upon her body as he squeezed his eyes closed.

"By blood they might be but... they're not my family. My real family. You are, momma... and Polly. Just you two."
"Speech"

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