𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅?

PATRON OF PROMISES.  

             they call you naive: of all the things to be the patron of, you have tackled the most mercurial of things. promises can easily be reduced to empty words, the precursor to brokenness, and truly, you have seen so many end in such a way. but you have also seen promises be kept, whether expected to or not. in a way, the gamble of it all charms you the most. think of professions and vows screamed in guttural voices, of saying sweet things laced with uncertainty, of beautiful edifices built on unstable land, completely at the mercy of the quaking, crumbling earth. you are the god of the hopeful, of those struggling to find the good in their blackening hearts. the god of uncertain things, of saccharine words said with pure conviction. a refuge for defiant souls, shelter for those who make poor choices but have good intentions. god of oaths both broken and kept, god of sleeping early so that the new day can sooner begin, god of wonder. you string together the words filled with assurance and rain down belief, on both the promiser and the promised. 

the bringer of hope, however frayed and frail it may be.

What God does your Muse descend from?

ATHENA. 

 Children  of  Athena  are  called  the  "brain  children"  for  they  are  born  from  Athena's  thoughts  and  thus  are  the  only  demigods  to  be  claimed  at  birth.  These  children  possess  high  intelligence  and  wisdom,  especially  when  it  comes  to  war  strategy.  Their  fatal  flaw  is  hubris,  the  source  of  which  is  the  first  lesson  all  of  Athena's  children  learn:  "mom  is  the  best  at  everything  and  that  any  thought  to  the  contrary  is  not  taken  well".

         SHE  DOESN’T  question  or  hesitates.  violet  eyes  travel  from  the  slayer’s  eyes  to  the  mask  &  did  as  she  was  told.  in  her  mind  ,  her  offering  is  taken  as  a  directive.  unlike  the  other  ,  setsuna  stood  at  a  disadvantage  when  it  comes  to  experience  in  the  field.  training  &  lessons  are  never  as  vicious  as  to  what  the  real  work  could  offer.  &  being  in  her  first  mission  ,  the  last  thing  she  wanted  was  for  kohaku  to  hear  she  was  more  of  a  burden  than  a  support  for  the  team..  &  for  his  sister.  she  decided  coming  without  her  mask.  unprepared.  was  enough  negative  commentary  that  will  reach  her  sensei’s  ears.

‘  sango sama  ,  the  youkai  will  come  out  at  any  moment.  we’ll  be  taken  by  surprise  if  we  don’t  move  away  from  the  smoke.  ’

❛  thanks , sango-chan .  ❜  waxing mirth of sisterhood , EVERLASTING LOVE ripened in a broad curve of lips . firmly encompassing her weaponry , the acclaimed archeress swiftly followed her companions lead in hopes of reuniting with their friends .  ❛  right . knowing inuyasha he’s probably gotten himself mixed up in something by now .  ❜  saccharine timbre preludes a hushed chuckle as kagome locked eyes with sango . though she understood the importance of regrouping , she truly cherished the  infrequent times the two spent alone , side-by-side .

WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU ?

WENDIGO. 

You  are  the  wendigo.  Your  greatest  attribute  is  your  ambition.  You  have  big  dreams  and  you're  willing  to  do  whatever  it  takes  to  achieve  them.  You  are  a  child  of  nature,  your  symbol  is  snow,  and  your  season  is  winter.  You  really  enjoy  solitude  and  often  prefer  to  be  alone.  One  of  your  greatest  talents  is  your  will  power.  Your  instinct  is  strong  and  is  useful  in  helping  you  in  tight  situations.  You  also  have  great  physical  abilities  both  in  strength  and  speed.  You  have  the  most  in  common  with  the  zombie  and  the  werewolf.  Wendigo  is  from  Native  American  folklore  of  the  Algonquian  tribe.  Wendigo  is  a  human  who  changes  into  a  large  monster  after  suffering  from  starvation.

❝ ahem, ❞  what could he say? he had no counterargument or answer for her question. it was simply his ‘ cursed ‘ hand being led astray once again in the presence of a beautiful lady. he thought it inevitable. truly it had a mind of its own sometimes—well, that’s what he told himself anyways.  ❝ you have my sincerest apology, sango. ❞