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wargodling​ | spitha

The young goddess could only stand her father’s strict look on her for so long; she lowered her gaze, biting her lower lip at Ares’ remark, contemplating her next move.

She did not quite understand. While his words had not been kind and sweet and his tone never quite matched the soothing cadence of her mother’s, Spitha knew her father meant well. That he cared, that he would give his life to keep his children safe - especially the youngest one of the bunch.

He cared - he said so himself, just now, did he not?

I’d rather have a rain of arrows on my back than carry you home in my arms.

And yet, the reassuring words fell upon deaf ears, as the goddess battled with the feeling of guilt rising in her stomach, an uncomfortable tightness in her chest accompanying it.

She gripped the rim of her tunic nervously, letting out a sigh.

“I would have been alright, you know?” she mumbled - yet another blatant lie. It seemed to run in the family.

“You didn’t have to-“ There was an almost accusatory tone lingering in her voice, as Spitha looked up to her father once more, a concerned frown on her features.

“I am not a child anymore, father. I can take care of myself.“

Oh, but had she not just proven the god of War of the exact opposite? Had she not failed him, disappointed, let him down? He had trusted her before, did he not? Had it not been this exact trust she betrayed with her inaction, her incompetence?

Who was she to claim otherwise?

At this point, Ares was unsure what stung more: the wound on his shoulder, the frustration lashed at him by Spitha or that feeling in his heart ever so familiar to him whenever he received scorn. Feelings ever so familiar and perhaps passed down to his own kin.

A long breath escaped his nose, looking away from his daughter to manage himself. He tried to be vulnerable, he tried to be  ( for the lack of better terms )  nurturing yet it blows back. Bitterly, Ares had expected this.   

The arrow was about to hit her head, a trained warrior would know very well that was a warrant of death. In war, it matters not how much discipline a warrior has, how meticulous a strategy was, how blessed a warrior could be             it all hones down to a moment of life and death, and Ares chose life for Spitha at the expense of incapacitating himself. 

" And I am aware of that, you are a warrior blessed by the God of War, “ Ares sighs, growing more and more fatigued, “ but in the same time, I am your father and the decisions I make are my own. “

He feels the pain on his shoulder throb and he briefly looks on at the road, he anticipated that they should be nearing a place where his wounds could be treated. He was getting increasingly tired, and for that, he wished for no quarrel. 

“ Resent what I’ve done all you want, but I harbor no regrets, “ he lowers his head with solemn grace, “ I put my duties as a father above being a God of War, and for that I am content. “

#wargodling #♂ ic. #[ ares vc: please let me be soft everything hurts ] #[ tysm for your patience !! ]

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wargodling​ | spitha

She didn’t dare speak.

Words pushed their way onto her tongue, yet the young warrior - still a godling, really, a child by the standards of her kind, she knew it full well - remained quiet, following her father’s example, the silence lingering around them thick and oppressive, like the heavy, humid air before a thunderstorm, loaded with electricity and anticipation.

She always figured she enjoyed the feeling; finding herself at the edge of Mount Olympus, to peer down onto the earth, which lay below, covered with a heavy layer of dark clouds, from where her grandfather would send down rain and thunder upon the realm of mortals. There hadn’t been many new storms, as of late, but she still remembered the ones she got to witness as a child, an actual youngling amongst the most powerful beings upon this earth.

This right, here, however… it wasn’t the joyous feeling, that once used to fill her with excitement, the anticipation of a natural spectacle. No, this… it wasn’t right. Not even the silence before battle felt quite like this.

A heavy, sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. Guilt. Fear.

“Father?“ she dared to speak, tentatively, for the time being, her voice far from that of a fearless Amazon, a deity, an aspect of battle itself.

She did not fear Ares, per se. Not in the way mortals dreaded his presence, at the same time quietly hoping he could always be, somehow, persuaded to take their side, should violent conflicts arise. Still, he had never given his own children any reason to truly fear him - and yet, in this very moment, with the memory of the skirmish resolved barely a short while ago, with the knowledge the god of war himself was injured and that it was her fault-

Addressing her father was a matter of personal courage, this time around.

“How are you feeling?” An innocent enough enquiry, even though the goddess knew the answer full well. How was he supposed to feel, what did she think? Why did she feel the need to fill the silence lingering between them with unnecessary statements, with empty words, when the thought of uttering them gripped her heart with dread?

Perhaps… perhaps because allowing the silence to linger… was even more of a terrifying prospect. 

He continues to take slow and even breaths, gradually making peace with the pain on his shoulder, making it easier to drown it out. But now he could feel that heavy shroud around them        tension, unease, distress. Perhaps ... this was his second test by the Fates. 

To protect his child blindly at the expense of himself was one thing, a noble thing. But to alleviate that child’s suffering, that distress of seeing their parent hurt            could he really do that ? Or make it worse ( Ares only believed he was capable of the latter ).

No ... he shouldn’t doubt himself like that. If there was anything he wanted to prove, it was that he was better. To feel suffocating scorn from a parent leaves wounds, wounds heal, scars remain. (  He was all too familiar with that  ).  Ares sits up, adjusting himself. He winces slightly at the sudden movement, oof the pain was still all too potent for him it seems ... 

He looks at Spitha, a stoic face hiding his weaknesses ( there was no need to hide, but maybe he simply wanted to appear strong ). His stomach sank hearing her, how afraid she must be. Ares taught all his children to fear nothing, to always be sure and to have no hesitation in their hearts, but in this instance, he could understand why. ( The all-powerful Ares, felled by an arrow meant for his daughter’s head. A fable in the making ). 

“ This is nothing, “ a blatant lie, it certainly didn’t feel like a superficial wound, “ I’ve suffered much worse with little payoff. “  He looks at his daughter dead in the eye, a softness so concealed in his red eyes, that he himself wasn’t aware of it, “ I’d rather endure worse- “

Ares halts, biting the second phrase back, ever so acquainted with holding back any hint of softness ( weakness to him ). Even if it was what had charmed Aphrodite in the past, he was still a soldier trained to show nothing. 

But he was also a father now.

“ ... I’d rather have a rain of arrows on my back than carry you home in my arms. Please understand that. “

#♂ ic. #[ HOH- ] #[ </3 ]

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God of War

#♂️ him. #oh lord in heaven have mercy please i swear to god oh fuck

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mythology family ⤞ ares for @jesperwylan

「 and all the grove and the altar … were lighted up by the dread god, ares, himself and his armour, and the shining from his eyes was like fire … man-slaughtering ares screaming aloud, courses all over the sacred grove. 」

#♂ aes. #blood / #bruises /

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this week: doodling headshots while watching tv-series it seems

#♂️ him. #[ hiiii sexy <3

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wargod​ | dawa

SHOULD THEY BE KIND? In was ingrained deeply within them, this kindness, on the tip of their tongue and a heart on their sleeves this kindness. Dawa smiled a bit more sincerely, relaxing as their small talk continued. 

“Ah, well, I do understand that. To wash away all that is war and similar, could be difficult.” The deity hummed pleasantly, a lock of hair being twirled within fingertips.

“But I’m glad my presence is at least amusing to you. I might blush! I suppose I’ll extend the offer, if you’d ever like to seek out a hot spring with me, it would be a pleasure.” Kindness still, the bitterness in their mouth retreating for the time being. “I used to smell of death once too. I’ve done everything in my power to scrub it away however.”

" I am inclined to agree, " his eyes give a dangerous twinkle, " To cleanse oneself from something as unclean as war is daunting - for fools and cowards that is. "

A pleasant sounding offer from what Ares hopes is a kindred spirit             someone who understands his point of view or at the very least, is eager to. Some merriment, cameraderie ... something so simple could lift his mood until something else dours it ( as what usually happens ). " I thank you for your kindness, perhaps I shall take you up on that offer one day. "

He listens with much fascination.

To brush any traces of death is all too common for Ares, he sees it in countless warriors. He knew all too well the shame is natural              as it was his duty to clear their vision, to make them see their bloody hands, to feel the adrenaline, to accept the satisfaction of ending a life.

" I see, death is an impure and persistent little thing is it not? " Ares returns to his scholarly enthusiasm, " As such, it's much easier to cleanse onself from it. Though personally, don't you think it's detrimental to accept it as a part of you ?  Perhaps I'm only naive in saying such. "

#♂ ic. #wargod #[ ' totally natural to be nice but i also think you should accept being apeshit ' ]

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"hm~ I'm feeling kind and generous today. I think I will grace you with my presence."

“ Why, I suppose I should be incredibly honoured then, perhaps flattered even. “ Ares gives a slight chuckle, “ Do enlighten my day. “

#wargod #♂ ic. #♂ ask.

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the moefication of ares starts today

#♂️ ooc. #im being nerfed rn bc im out of the house against my will

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someone called ares a chthonic otaku on twt and I want you all to know im rising out of the styx rn ( bc I died )

#♂️ ooc. #twitter really said lets expose ares HUH #TODAYS THE DAY HUH???? #( barks )

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#♂️ ooc. #♂️ crack. #no one say a fucking word to me #B Y E

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@furiese​ | starter call

" You and your sisters have quite the reputation, " as an afterthought, Ares added, " but mostly you. "

His lips purse, both focused and unfocused on the fury with a pensive look. It was no surprise that he was fascinated. Do his Chthonic brethren have different fighting styles ? What's their degree of brutality ? What's their sense of battle honor like ??

It'd be nice to observe Megaera's strength first-hand in a sparring match            but Ares was unsure if anyone else was as amicable as his cousin and Lady Nyx.

" Perhaps, if it's possible, I could observe how you fight. It's within my nature to be as interested as I am, you see. "

#furiese #♂ ic. #*insert post canon verse tag here* #[ also tysm for ur patience !! ]

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i ask ares abt his self esteem. i rise out of the styx and say hi to hypnos. i try again

#♂️ ooc. #♂️ crack. #[ u know that moment where u get that aha moment and finally can articulate how you perceive and convey ur muse ] #[ ya :) ]

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ares: i don’t want anyone to know of my vulnerability but also i want people to know of my vulnerability because it would put me in a better light but also i dont care if anyone didn’t like me but also i do care if

#me his sexy therapist: so you do care abt how people think abt you and you have that desire to be taken seriously and #thats why youre so wounded by any incidents that involve your humiliation #ares lying on that couch thing: shut up #♂️ ooc. #♂ analysis.

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// @wargodling | starter call

A stray arrow to his shoulder.

 Like any other injury it stung immensely but a quick trip to Asclepius ( or Apollo even ) would fix it up good as new. He breathed through his nose and mouth in calm coordination           a meditative exercise. It's all he could do while sitting in his moving chariot.

It was just a skirmish - one to settle some meddling dispute between two territories. Yet it was a battle where the Fates decided to test him. 

The arrow          whether from an archer gifted or just pathetically lucky was speeding towards the direction of his daughter, Spitha. Had it been uninterrupted, Ares feared that it would reach her head. Everything was swift, and all of a sudden that arrow dug right into his shoulder. His lip bit down hard to stop the scream rising from his throat.

He could have used his shield or shoved Spitha out of the way but- 

That reckless abandon of a parent, that need to protect             was this what it felt like?

The rest of the battle felt like a blur for him, only recalling the two of them clearing a path with their might. The victor (  or the rumor of the unstoppable Ares being struck down by a mortal yet again  ) mattered little to him for some reason. Was he simply relieved that he protected her ? 

He remained silent for the rest of the trip, only focusing on his breathing. He didn't want to look at anyone at the moment, he's shown enough of his weakness already. 

#wargodling #♂ ic. #[ hehe :3 ]

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and  i  shall  be  the  wolf who  dines  upon  wolves, the  sheep  upon  sheep, the  man  upon  men  —

i  will  be  invader,  rebel,  cannibal, traitor,  murderer  and  thief; i  will  be  rotten  flesh  and  tainted  blood, and  all  things  in  between.

i  will  ruin  what  i  cannot  have, i  will  bite  the  hand  that  feeds, and  i  shall  suffer  none  so  much as  they  shall  suffer  me.

—  out of spite  //  m.a.w

#♂ musings.

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starter call - like or reply w the muse you want a thread with :3

#[ making another call for new mutuals !! ]

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D E A T H shall come regardless                   either to your enemies 

                                                                                                           or to y o u

                indie Ares from Supergiant’s Hades.  (   penned by aegir   )

#♂️ promo. #hades rp #greek mythos rp #hades game rp #mythology rp