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 Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 5:06 pm
The trophy room houses the cases for all of the gods' most powerful weapons, including Zeus' lightning bolt, Poseidon's trident, Hades' helm of darkness, etc. Since Zeus' bolt was stolen once, the gods have raised security around these powerful items.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 2:48 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxΩ Ω ΩxxxxȠιкεxxx ((I seriously don't understand this thread.))
Appearing in the Trophy room, the winged goddess sat on a statue of Hercules holding Kerberos up. She didn't care if it would make the god/hero extremely mad, as she didn't care for those sons of Zeus. She lied down, using the three headed dog's paws as a cover, as she stared up at the ceiling. Stars and constellations went pass, ones of Hydra, Lyra, and Andromeda. Her eyes followed the stars, all up until she found Orion, and closed her eyes. She needed rest, and some nectar. She swallowed, before asking for Ganymede. The Trojan boy came up, smiling cutely to Nike. She took the nectar cup from his tray, and he disappeared the room. She sipped softly as the feel of Eos came onto her. With the soothing taste of the nectar, the pain sent off by the scar slowed down, allowing Nike to breathe in and out. She wore her usual white robes, with golden stitching. Obviously it was made by Athena, the best seamstress on Olympus. The clothing felt light and she could easily move in them, but yet she didn't need to move much.
The night's events were still confusing Nike. Sure, she didn't look abnormal, she still wore a look of discontent and cockiness, but inside it was slightly different. Had Poseidon really used her to get Amphitrite back? Because she slept with another man, or many other men? At first, when she was looking at the unclosed door, she hadn't believed it. It was impossible! After what he said, the winged goddess almost wanted to run after him, but she knew it was pointless. What had happened had happened, much to her hatred. She sipped the rest of her nectar, before placing it in one of the mouths of Cerberus. Poseidon's actions confused her, but Athena's voice popped into her head every time she told herself it was impossible. It was plainly obvious that her best friend didn't like the god of the sea, how she spoke so bitterly about him. 'It's obvious he would do such a thing! He takes advantage of things, makes something nice to make it seem as if everything is fine, and once you find you're safe, he ditches!' Athena's voice barked at her, the words she had said once Medusa had been turned into a Gorgon like her sisters, and Nike had wanted answers. Now, it just seemed impossible, even if she had heard so much hatred towards Poseidon, all up from the day she first arrived on Olympus.
By that time, the winged goddess had started a sappy apology for Zeus. Still unsure of how he felt about her, she would have to act like the forgiving slave for awhile. Sometimes, she wished she could have been strong enough to be like her sister and box the King of the Sky in the face as he slept, but Nike's touch could stay for hours, the King would be able to track her down. Saltiness rested on her lips, as she bit it. The taste of Poseidon's kiss ran down her throat, replacing the sweetness of the nectar with a taste she knew she would have to forget. Surely once Poseidon stepped out of the cabin, it was the last she would see of him like that. He would return as one of her masters, and she would have to simply forget the night that had just disappeared as Eos flew above Olympus, followed by the stubborn child called Apollo. Cocky smile on his face, he winked at Nike, before dragging the sun past her. Obviously the gods knew of what had happened last night. Personally, she didn't care.
An hour later, she was taken away from her spot by Aglaia, the Grace. After some barking by Zeus-mainly of how stupid and slutty she was-she was let off. Zeus had some 'plans' for Poseidon, supposedly, making the goddess scared for the King of the Sea. She was unsure of when he would return to Olympus, he would need to as he was an Olympian, what he would face from his brother once he came back. Aphrodite was next on the list, her look of a beautiful model, her golden curls reaching her armpits. "Seriously, Nik, I'd think you would have chosen someone more,"she paused and twirled her wrists, "Passionate. I'd think Ares or someone like that. But I guess your ignorance got you the nice cut, there,"she said. She simply brushed the goddess of love away, heading back to the Trophy Room. She closed the doors behind her as she rested on the armor of Achilles, feeling Anarke's power on her skin. Ω Ω Ω Ｉ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｒｅｃｏｎｃｉｌｅ ｔｈｅ ｖｉｏｌｅｎｃｅ ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｅａｒｔ
Ｉ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｒｅｃｏｇｎｉｚｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｅａｕｔｙ ｉｓ ｎｏｔ ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｍａｓｋ
Ｉ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｅｘｏｒｃｉｓｅ ｔｈｅ ｄｅｍｏｎｓ ｆｒｏｍ ｙｏｕｒ ｐａｓｔ
Ｉ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｓａｔｉｓｆｙ ｔｈｅ ｕｎｄｉｓｃｌｏｓｅｄ ｄｅｓｉｒｅｓ ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｅａｒｔ
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