𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃, accepting even. hikaru had attained kratos’ favor through hard labor, no small feat for one who hailed from a far distant land. to no surprise, even when they shared an harmonious relationship, what should have been a humble conversation had turned sour — hostile.
kratos bestowed a temperance of steel, not once raising a hand in violence. yet hikaru wished to put a point across, one which fervently went against our warrior’s wishes. as soon it became a physical dispute, kratos held the young man’s wrist with an iron grip: it was far fiercer than a bear’s constricted jaw, as if the man’s very fist had been forged in the fires of 𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬.
perhaps in an act of desperation, or lack of thinking, hikaru’s teeth took a bite, sunk ‘pon our warrior’s forearm. they dug deep, far too deep; they pierced the very skin, lacerating with brutish force ‘till blood seeped but . . . such iron grip did not desist. the only retribution the young man received was the unforgettable gaze of displeasure, a scowl fitting a demon whose cage had been rattled.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : BLOOD LUST ( 16 )
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍: @infernocharged
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋, thus our staled warrior obliged. his gargantuan size — prodigious in stature, his physique far too large in comparison to the visitor — lounged aside the fairly bodacious young man. ❝ have you decided? ❞ kratos’ stoic tone lowly rumbled, his forearms took rest ‘pon his powerful knees.
our warrior’s auburn tinted eyes found refuge 'pon the campfire's dancing flames, almost as if calmly, patiently, waiting for vi’s melodic voice to come forth. such is the question of interest ; was he ready to return home? to settle down amidst the mundane, away from fanatical heretics & bloodthirsty gods?
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @moonglittering
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// poor kratos sounds like he needs a hug right now xDD
— the face of a man who needs more than just a hug, please send help !!!
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𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒, even now, in his lone safe haven they mock him. olympus' pantheon sent this otherwordly apparition to stir his anger, thus the apparition of the spartan was met by our warrior’s quietude & defiant gaze.
kratos held both powerful hands ‘pon the slumbering axe’s wooden frame, keeping it low. a sudden inhale of breath expanded the ribcage, caused his size to momentarily span a few inches. ❝ i do not know you. ❞ chapped lips spin a white lie, wanting nothing to do with a past life best left buried. those days of glory & ridiculed bloodshed would remain that; a blundered myth.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @multi-muse-transect
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍, thus for the moment, let it be for the better or worst of it, its tactical retreat was more a boon than inconvenience. as the gargantuan serpent burrowed deep into the soil, kratos shrugged off the buzzing stun afflicting his senses, all whilst hearing someone’s voice: he did not know this individual, nor what motives drove the stranger to aid him.
strong hands best seen as paws pushed skywards, serving as foundation for the olympian’s towering presence to raise on both feet. the stranger was in luck for they would witness something phenomenal. without much as a warning, kratos’s physique suddenly tensed, each muscle bulked. with insurmountable focus, his wounds began to seal, causing both bruises & lacerations to become a myth.
❝ hm. ❞ he grumbled as a retort. ❝ who are you? ❞ he raised an arm, allowing the slumbering axe to suddenly plummet into his grasp. ally or not, he would ensure that their motives would come out into the clear.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @exorkizein
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𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃, they are happy, even if not bound by blood. in our war god's eyes they trained, played, survived & flourished forevermore; to see them blossom was a father’s most heart warming gift. thus in this play of make belief, kratos watched as his sons ventured deeper & deeper into the wood’s open maw, yet his own pace was slow. no matter how hard he attempted, he could not catch on & such an event brought on encroaching anxiety.
atreus & min-jun were now gone from sight, somewhere out there. they had disappeared into the thickness of the forest, between overgrown shrubs & uncomfortable lack of wildlife. it is when kratos noticed a trail of blood ‘pon the snow that his heart sank, forcing the constraints once holding him to disappear. ❝ atreus! ❞ he bellowed, quickly closing in to the trail. ❝ min-jun! answer me! ❞ he shouted once more, loud enough for it to heard like a war drum. he feared the worst, he did not wish to face it.
suddenly it all changed: he was no longer standing on a forest, he was kneeling down on the edge of a snow covered cliff. in each arm of his they laid, tucked in, & sleeping. a wave of relief washed over him at first, yet fate did not deem it fit to end its cruel joke there. our deity of war’s eyes widened in confusion; atreus, min-jun, their eyes were open, yet their reflective surfaces had grown dull.
strength flees, the heart quickens. hands capable of bringing an entire line of gods down quaked whilst the jaw quivered, his breath had been stolen & the longer he stared, the more he felt himself die. ❝ no. . . ❞ stricken by paralyzing disbelief, kratos gently shaked his head in denial, forgetting the very cold winter’s kiss blowing over midgard. ❝ no . . . ❞ the tremors which overtook his hands grew wilder & wilder, ‘till both his cubs slowly dispersed to join the lake of souls — he. was. broken.
❝ NO! ❞ without hope to cling on, his grasp chased after the glimmering butterflies as their souls flew away. it is in that moment that he realized that he was actually sitting, home, sat affront his newest child. the hand which sought out the souls laid resting on min - jun’s shoulder in defeat. that horrendous dream had shattered his soul if just for a moment, so for now? kratos allowed his son to comfort him, while his fearful gaze lowered to the timbered floor bellow. may the fates never do such a thing, for the vengeance of a wronged father could undo the world itself.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @s-talking
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𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌, bearing life to what should have been snuffed from existence. the mind raced, the heart fleetingly crashed against its cage of bone; kratos had been given another opportunity at the game, one ungracefully enacted with a gasp of air & abrupt shift of position. now sat aside his savior, our deity of war quickly composed what mayhem unraveled within the mind.
❝ . . . . ❞ not a word parsed through his chapped lips whilst the jaw hanged ajar. it is then that he swiveled his gaze slowly to her in order to meet her own; he could have died, truly died, leaving behind his most loved possession who was not yet ready to face the world alone. ❝ you. . . have my thanks. ❞ whatever had struck him was nowhere to be seen, to such a note, the god of war shared a genuine token of gratitude.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @wornempathy
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖, the distant rustling of local wildlife; it is within the heart of the forest that our warrior ventured into, aside an important companion, one of the very few he trusted wholeheartedly. she had imposed on a journey, one which brought self-discovery & possibly clarity on obscure matters. what kratos failed to see was that her ingenious plan, a cleverly devised plot, was nothing more than a bonding hike into nature's domain.
❝ where do you take us? ❞ at last, the very singular question persistently gnawing at the mind came through. spoken with patience, after all, he had been venturing uphill on the forest footpath, higher & higher as if they were attempting to reach a fundamental checkpoint, so the question could be caged no longer.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @wornempathy
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❝ — are you certain it belongs to the beast? ❞ a massacre laid present before them. there was enough blood to ascertain one fact: all of it could not have been sourced from only one creature, something else entirely must have, too, bled in the exact same location. kratos did not dismiss any potential clues, thus our warrior listened with an open mind.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : BLOOD LUST ( 6 )
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍: @exorkizein
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𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄; it was a bloodied story filled with pain, solitude, strife & ultimately a shallow end. a tale from experience this one, vivid in detail & enriched with the most miniscule imagery that no experienced historian could conjure in a winter night. ❝ — this man, he strived for vengeance. he waged war against the very gods who — ❞ yet kratos’ tale came to an end, for the better or worst.
it appeared his imperial highness had grown bored, perhaps the tale did not appease his rather active mind. alas, our warrior dissuaded any attempts to carry forth his life experience, instead he settled for a simple grunt. perhaps another time.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍: @moonglittering
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𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍, one he wore well. our warrior explicitly showed no manner of communication, preferring to circle around a waning campfire. kratos, a god once revered for his senseless abandon, has not lost one promising trait; his undying devotion to his child ( even calliope who sweetly slept in his memories. )
studious were his eyes, glimmering like a predator behind the incandescent light brewing from the flames. if they truly wished to make a valid point across, now would be a critical time to bring it to life.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍: @the27percent
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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, no matter how hard kratos tried, he was forced to submit beneath the abnormal giant’s monumental size. sheltered behind his shield, our warrior sunk deeper & deeper into the soil as each consecutive blow relentlessly hammered against the only thing protecting him. he was crumbling, wielding to something unnatural & no matter how much the beast’s drumming power smashed into our warrior’s shield, he did not give into what primal anger bubbled inside.
in a flashing moment he felt himself being whisked away, tackled aside in order to escape a ferocious swing of the monster’s weapon of a choice ; none other than a lethal club. stunned by a brief window of shock, kratos composed his stature, stood tall & gazed as freya, his loyal companion, had been savagely hit. it is in that moment, like a catalyst, that kratos accepted that horrible desire to kill. one could have easily considered the monster to be the actual victim, a martyr, a fool who did not know best.
with a mighty bellow the warrior claimed his stake, fueled by an unimaginable pool of unadulterated hatred. in his wild abandon he threw aside his most trustworthy axe, consumed by a beastly desire to tear apart the very essence which made the fiend. even if for a brief moment, freya would become witness as to why olympus befell against a single mortal; fury made material. kratos shouted louder than a man could, his very throat rumbled like a prophesized monster from the very depths of hell.
so our warrior rushed on, propelled himself against the troll’s head, shattering its overgrown tusks within a singular elbow blow. the monster fell aside in a daze, a prey who could neither fight nor think of its own safety. kratos easily tore the beast’s head apart: flesh lacerated from the rippling pulling pressure, tendons tore apart, bone crashed & so the monster was made undone.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @wornempathy
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𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃. the path is treacherous, permeated with those who do not wish to see our warrior succeed. somewhere buried underneath the tundra biome, hikaru remained captive to asgard’s few remaining loyalists. it mattered not, kratos would not desist & in his indefatigable pursuit, these creatures would come to know justice.
kratos ventured deep towards the central temple located in the frozen lake of the nine. ❝ he must be here. i must use caution. ❞ so he claimed, finally willing to lift a gargantuan door of silver, steel & peerless gold. ❝ aye brother, you are right. ❞ mimir confirmed, kratos' belt sized companion ( more a severed head hooked on his sash ) who somewhat knew this would be the right place to search.
alas, kratos ventured into the temple’s open maw & discovered. . . nothing. the temple’s innards were frigid, abandoned, much so without a trace of anyone ever inhabiting its walls. it certainly appeared bizarre, could it be that he had gotten it wrong? ❝ kratos, i have an idea! perhaps it would be wise to search beneath the temple walls. i am certain that it was once used as a prison, of sorts. it coudl be that the lad is kept in there. ❞ mimir received a grunt, one laced with actual curiosity. it was worth a shot.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @infernocharged
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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓. it is not a matter of trust, it was a matter of pride. lacerations served as trophies, swelling of the skin channeled to the mind distant memories, a warrior should not have the necessity to be tended to. ❝ enough. ❞ stoic is the rumbling tone of his voice, complimentary to the sudden friction his shoulder caused against her palm. yet, with enough perseverance, her compassionate presence soothed away the furrowed brows & creased wrinkles.
❝ hmmm. ❞ our warrior grumbled, uncomfortable at the thought of surrendering control. it did not take long ‘till the leaves and linen silks of the bed pulled him in, giving her that much deserved space to work on. long had been the day since a woman’s touch would wash away the unrelenting aches of the body.
Ω 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 : 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
Ω 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 : @wornempathy
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