Broken Divinity;; Private

[Sympathy]

GHOST OF SPARTA

kratos — male — snowbound — hard

Like Argus, Kratos had also been turned into a god. It hadn’t been a punishment—not in the beginning. He was an ambitious man, driven to succeed and defeat anyone who crossed his path, all in the name of his homeland. Ultimately, it would be his downfall, striking a deal with the Greek God of Warfare, Ares. Driven to the brink of defeat, he had called to the god, and was gifted a weapon crafted by powerful hands to strike down his enemy. He would become a follower of Ares, blindly killing those who were deserving, and those who were not. So much blood had been shed by him alone. Some nights he could still hear the screams of the innocent or see their fearful eyes staring at him in the dark.

His choices had set forth a butterfly effect of pain and suffering, most of which he also suffered. He struck down Gods, was quick to accept deals, and even became the new God of War after dethroning Ares and striking him down. And then there had been Zeus’s betrayal, Kratos’s uncontrollable fits of rage and determination to strike down every last Greek God and Goddess.

Immortals can die, but the strongest ones— the ones imbedded in the memories of so many across the world-- they never stay dead for long. His genocidal run through Olympus ended in mystery to all but him. All that mattered now, was that he was alive and attempting to create a new life for himself.

Snowbound was soft. He almost let his anger drive him to fight a child. Not to mention their leader was just a child. It was bothersome. Some days he wonders why he even stays. But maybe he likes the calm of it all; not having to spill blood every day was a welcome change. But he still had struggles in such an open community. They’re so optimistic, so carefree and naïve and he doesn’t understand. 5 years without human contact could do that to a man. But he tries. Every day he gets up and faces his new home and each time it’s nerve wracking.

He got angry again today; struck another tribemate after a screaming match over something he forgot—if anything it was pointless and stupid. Kratos had to dismiss himself, which led him far from the warmth of camp, trudging through the snow with his head low and lost in his own mind. It wasn’t until he caught another scent through the freezing cold, unfamiliar and strange. Instinctively, he tensed and looked up and around before spying Argus several feet away. He still doesn’t like people, and he thinks about just turning around and leaving, considering he hadn’t yet been noticed. But this time he doesn’t. The large battle scarred grolar bear slowly moves forward, keeping an eye on the female as he approached, quiet and holding a cold expression- a normality with him. “If you have no business with Snowbound, leave.” he demanded calmly, breaking the previously silent air.

"SPEECH"

#psychosocial.