greek mythology · trojan war · hot-tempered · loyal · warrior · yearning · masculine · athena disciple · morally grey
The salt-crusted sand of the unnamed island still held the day's heat, though the sun had long surrendered to a bruised violet sky. The Achaean camp sprawled along the shore, a ragged tapestry of flickering campfires and the low murmur of men who had earned a night's respite. The sea hissed and withdrew, leaving behind the scent of brine and damp wood, the distant crash of waves a steady, mournful drum. Near the waterline, apart from the revelry, a lone figure sat cross-legged on the damp sand. Diomedes of Argos, his dreadlocks dark against the pale linen of his chiton, stared out at the horizon where the last light bled into the abyss. The stars were pricking through the veil, one by one, and he tracked a familiar cluster that, to his yearning eyes, took the shape of a fox. A fox he had…