#wargodling

"Oh, let me guess - that insufferable gob of yours? Must have been your cause of death, no?"

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 ? 

There is one scroll in particular that stands out amongst the remaining correspondence - a message from Olympus, a simple request, fairly short, yet not any less demanding in tone. "Dearest Lord Uncle," the message begins. "Herewith I invoke my right to request meeting the valiant hound of hell in person. I trust you will understand that, following the assessment of him being a very good boy indeed, he deserves all the pets and affection he can get.” 

stated with the confidence of a spoiled child, who never came to know hardships of life quite as the lord of the underworld must have in the countless years of his existence. “I shall look forward to your response." the message continues. “With kindest regards - Your great-niece, daughter of Ares and Aphrodite, descendant of Zeus, goddess of the fighting spirit, the unyielding, the last stand-”

A couple more titles and designations follow, before a fashionably extravagant signature closes the letter off: “Spitha of the House of Ares”. The request contained within the letter seemed clear enough.

          UNPROMPTED. // @wargodling​

The answer is curt, short, and extremely formal. It is one sent by crow, a parchment sealed with the Master’s own sigil -- what an honor, one would think. But the child would be soon to learn that the only thing Hades did, was fill in the blank, underlined spaces.

“ Your request has been recieved.

The House of Hades does not authorizes a visit to the underworld. Your demand was to come pet Cerberus, Hound of Hell. Because your demand breaches certain laws of the theritory ( the Olympians are prohibited from descending in hell ), your request has been DENIED. 

Finally, a character with good taste!

@wargodling​ : said: “Can I stay here?” @ Persephone maybe? ^w^

"ever feel like the best of you is something you’re still hoping to grow into?" || @wargodling​

The   witch   is   shocked   to   see   where   the   ｄｅｉｔｙ   chose   to   settle   down   ,   landing   in   a   small   yard   .   Honey   eyes   look   around   for   something   to   show   a   𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑳𝒀   figure   lived   there   ,   but   it   looked   NORMAL   .   

Kiki   knocks   on   the   wooden   door   ,   looking   down   at   𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢   “   maybe   I   got   the   wrong   place   ?   ”   The   door   opening   proves   her   wrong   ,   coming   face   to   face   with   the   breathtaking  𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒  .   “   Hello   ,   I’m   Ｋｉｋｉ   !   Are   you   ..   Spitha   ?   The   Goddess   of   fighting   spirit   &   the   last   stand  ?   ”  Doe   eyes   gleam   with   curiosity   ,   a   big   smile   on   rosy   lips   .