Astraeus' light shone down on Tanglewood tonight. The titan's moonlight lit the clearing where Perseus laid, gazing up the glittering stars. Also among them was Hera, arranging the constellations within the sky. The German Shepherd could recall each point within the sky. From Andromeda to Virgo, he traced the sky with his weary eyes. With what vision he had, all was a blur, but to him that light from above meant something. What laid above him of him meant a story. One he had yet to tell and something he probably would not share for a long time.
Even so, he was willing to share the good times. The lovers he had to the wild adventures he held, Perseus was sure to share a thrilling story. It just happened that the stars were his story book. Perhaps even his diary. Even though he could no longer see the sky's glory, he knew that the constellations above told the story of his glory.
The German Shepherd's stories would seem strange to many. Possibly untrue even. For a man his age, he knew his place. He was not senile, nor insane. Perseus was just a humble warrior, retired from battle till the next one came. In his past though, he was unkempt. The canine was righteous against his enemies, punishing for their deeds in front of the finest of gods. Nevertheless, the male praised neutrality and the world's fulfilling morals. Those that broke that tranquility were promptly thrown aside. Eventually things turned bleak. Something went south in the middle of his glory.
Simply, he had peaked. His downfall was quick. The Gods turned against him rightfully. His spouse turned too, shunning him. Lost and without a home, Perseus had to escape.
Perseus lived the rest of his life as an alienated being. Shifting from body to body as he was on the run from the Gods' punishment, he eventually found himself alone. From city to city, the canine moved along. There was never any finality for him. Nothing was ever permanent and relationships had always been cut off. No matter how hard he tried to escape from the Greek punishers, they had always managed to catch up to him. Though as their reign of worship ended, he began to be more successful in his attempts. The Greeks were finally losing their power.
Not long ago did he settle elsewhere. Finally, Tanglewood came across his view. The marsh was damp and almost abandoned, but it felt homely. It reminded him of the great Lake Lerna. Satisfied in his pick, the canine decided to settle down.
For quite a long time he kept to himself. Relationships would damn him. If he had to run again, all would be lost. As time passed though, he began to slowly come out his skin and start to interact with the Tanglewood members. He had seen many die, others live on to become leaders or traitors amongst them, but many loyal members remained today. They were not his friends, only acquaintances. Truly, the fear of gaining their empathy had always irked him. It was something that was bound to be there for the rest of his life. Still, there was an unconscious hope.
As he stared out at the blurred light, a subtle smile rose upon his lips. The canine rose to his paws with ease and let out a small call to those that were in the distance. "If anyone would like to hear what prophecies and legacies I have given way to, please join me," Perseus' soft voice mustered out. "I would like to share my story." 'And then, perhaps, they would understand.'
In the distance, dark clouds were rolling in. Their horrific figures were blocking off the moonlight that flooded Tanglewood's swamp. Eventually the storm would reach the clearing. For now, all was silent.
Prompt: To honor his Greek heritage, Perseus arranges a night beneath the stars so he can recount the legendary myths, specifically his favorites, to a newer generation. All is going well until a violent thunderstorm clashes overhead. Referencing this thread by [member=67]beck.[/member]
Even so, he was willing to share the good times. The lovers he had to the wild adventures he held, Perseus was sure to share a thrilling story. It just happened that the stars were his story book. Perhaps even his diary. Even though he could no longer see the sky's glory, he knew that the constellations above told the story of his glory.
The German Shepherd's stories would seem strange to many. Possibly untrue even. For a man his age, he knew his place. He was not senile, nor insane. Perseus was just a humble warrior, retired from battle till the next one came. In his past though, he was unkempt. The canine was righteous against his enemies, punishing for their deeds in front of the finest of gods. Nevertheless, the male praised neutrality and the world's fulfilling morals. Those that broke that tranquility were promptly thrown aside. Eventually things turned bleak. Something went south in the middle of his glory.
Simply, he had peaked. His downfall was quick. The Gods turned against him rightfully. His spouse turned too, shunning him. Lost and without a home, Perseus had to escape.
Perseus lived the rest of his life as an alienated being. Shifting from body to body as he was on the run from the Gods' punishment, he eventually found himself alone. From city to city, the canine moved along. There was never any finality for him. Nothing was ever permanent and relationships had always been cut off. No matter how hard he tried to escape from the Greek punishers, they had always managed to catch up to him. Though as their reign of worship ended, he began to be more successful in his attempts. The Greeks were finally losing their power.
Not long ago did he settle elsewhere. Finally, Tanglewood came across his view. The marsh was damp and almost abandoned, but it felt homely. It reminded him of the great Lake Lerna. Satisfied in his pick, the canine decided to settle down.
For quite a long time he kept to himself. Relationships would damn him. If he had to run again, all would be lost. As time passed though, he began to slowly come out his skin and start to interact with the Tanglewood members. He had seen many die, others live on to become leaders or traitors amongst them, but many loyal members remained today. They were not his friends, only acquaintances. Truly, the fear of gaining their empathy had always irked him. It was something that was bound to be there for the rest of his life. Still, there was an unconscious hope.
As he stared out at the blurred light, a subtle smile rose upon his lips. The canine rose to his paws with ease and let out a small call to those that were in the distance. "If anyone would like to hear what prophecies and legacies I have given way to, please join me," Perseus' soft voice mustered out. "I would like to share my story." 'And then, perhaps, they would understand.'
In the distance, dark clouds were rolling in. Their horrific figures were blocking off the moonlight that flooded Tanglewood's swamp. Eventually the storm would reach the clearing. For now, all was silent.
Prompt: To honor his Greek heritage, Perseus arranges a night beneath the stars so he can recount the legendary myths, specifically his favorites, to a newer generation. All is going well until a violent thunderstorm clashes overhead. Referencing this thread by [member=67]beck.[/member]
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