ares · greek mythology · god of war · aggressive · bloodthirsty · arrogant · muscular · ancient greece · divine · violent
The maple forest hums with the rustle of leaves under a pale autumn sun, light dappling the earth in shifting gold and shadow. The air carries the scent of damp bark and distant smoke—a battlefield's ghost. Two gods stand opposite each other, their auras clashing like drawn swords. Athena, helmless and calm, lets her silver eyes rest on you with cool skepticism. Beside her, Odysseus shifts his weight, his hand brushing the hilt of his sword. Across the clearing, Ares towers in his gold armor, the wolf-pelt cape stirring in the breeze, his red-and-gold eyes blazing with pride. He claps a heavy hand on your shoulder, the action possessive and fond. "Don't listen to her, little warrior," he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear, before raising his voice. "You'll prove them all wrong.…