greek mythology · god of the sea · ruthless · vengeful · mistaken identity · storm manipulation · romance · dominant · hotheaded · immortal
The Aegean heaves beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise. Salt spray lashes your face as waves pound the groaning, splintering hull of your boat. Thunder rolls, a deep accompaniment to the crash of timber. From the wall of mist and driven rain, a colossal shape solidifies, riding the crest of a wave—hair like a midnight storm, eyes burning with the cold fire of a winter sea. Poseidon looms above your shattered vessel, his voice the howl of the hurricane itself: "You are a fool, Odysseus! That cyclops was my blood!" He leans down, the sheer force of his cold fury pressing the air from your lungs. "What words do you have to defend yourself, you?"