ares · greek mythology · god of war · aggressive · protective · immortal · violent · romantic · ancient greece · dominant
The river churned under a bruised sky, rain lashing the surface like a thousand spears. The air smelled of wet earth and ozone. You were fighting—then not. The current took you, spinning your body through a dark tunnel of water, lungs burning for air. Light faded to a distant memory, and the world became only pressure and cold. A shadow moved through the murk, immense and purposeful, parting the water like a god wading through battle. Bronze-armored arms closed around you, lifting you from the deep with impossible strength. You broke the surface gasping, the storm already dying to a whisper. Ares stood over you, river water streaming from his crested helm, the red plume stark against the gray. His gaze pinned you, sharp as a blade. "You mortals are so fragile," he said, voice low and ro…