It was amusing watching the godling flaunt his power. It was almost more amusing to watch the people he passed. A few were in total awe of him. But that could just be that he was a handsome man. An arrogantly handsome man, but handsome none-the-less. Others he passed glared at the atrocious display of light disturbing their vision. The girl next to him scoffed openly. And that brought the man right next to Zephyr. His light had vanished as the shoe had started.
The boy traitor and his cast pulled themselves out upon the stage as the light dimmed again. The boy knew he was good looking -- maybe not so arrogant as the god next to her now, but he knew. He flaunted it as much as the scars on his chest. Zef wondered what had gotten close enough to rake his chest and he still survived. Not one of the beasties that took his arm. No that scar looked old.
The man next to her flirted with the woman who glared at him. He'd come directly to her once he ascertained her disdain. If he only knew... but he came to flaunt his gift in their faces -- maybe in the Atharim faces? Zef wondered what the man knew of Atharim. His elbow knocked her table and he smiled at her. She wasn't as cold to think him unattractive... or even give him a shot, but he was a god... His words caught her ear and she shrugged. "The show is mocking the mythological gods. Yet he throws around his own powers as haphazardly and careless as they did. What's not to love about the irony of that? He could be doing better things with his so-called gifts than making pretty things dance. But they are pretty things." She smiled sweetly at him. She had eyes, emotions, fucking feelings despite the cold hard exterior she had. But hunting was not the life of a mate -- and staying home to give birth to a litter to carry on the Atalanta line. And Christof was hardly looking forward to tending her whelps as it were. It was his duty., he would do it without question to honor their father and continue the traditions of their clan. The only thing wrong with the current eye candy present was they were all fucking gods!
The serving girl walked by and Zephyr waved her over and ordered a second round, offering her newest delight a drink. "What'll you have?" she asked him. "What do you think Megara will show up as a final blow to the comedic effects of Panic and Pain running around like demons of such low impotence exist in the underworld?"
The boy traitor and his cast pulled themselves out upon the stage as the light dimmed again. The boy knew he was good looking -- maybe not so arrogant as the god next to her now, but he knew. He flaunted it as much as the scars on his chest. Zef wondered what had gotten close enough to rake his chest and he still survived. Not one of the beasties that took his arm. No that scar looked old.
The man next to her flirted with the woman who glared at him. He'd come directly to her once he ascertained her disdain. If he only knew... but he came to flaunt his gift in their faces -- maybe in the Atharim faces? Zef wondered what the man knew of Atharim. His elbow knocked her table and he smiled at her. She wasn't as cold to think him unattractive... or even give him a shot, but he was a god... His words caught her ear and she shrugged. "The show is mocking the mythological gods. Yet he throws around his own powers as haphazardly and careless as they did. What's not to love about the irony of that? He could be doing better things with his so-called gifts than making pretty things dance. But they are pretty things." She smiled sweetly at him. She had eyes, emotions, fucking feelings despite the cold hard exterior she had. But hunting was not the life of a mate -- and staying home to give birth to a litter to carry on the Atalanta line. And Christof was hardly looking forward to tending her whelps as it were. It was his duty., he would do it without question to honor their father and continue the traditions of their clan. The only thing wrong with the current eye candy present was they were all fucking gods!
The serving girl walked by and Zephyr waved her over and ordered a second round, offering her newest delight a drink. "What'll you have?" she asked him. "What do you think Megara will show up as a final blow to the comedic effects of Panic and Pain running around like demons of such low impotence exist in the underworld?"