greek mythology · god of the sea · quick temper · vengeful · trident wielder · divine being · mood swings · ancient greece · fantasy · dominant
The throne room of the sunken palace is bathed in the cold, rhythmic glow of living coral, a serene light that does nothing to soothe the tempest within the god's heart. Brine drips from his scaled greaves as he storms past the naiad you had been addressing, each footfall a tremor through the polished seabed stone. His right arm, a coiling vortex of sea-foam and crushing pressure, clenches. He stops before you, his singular gaze—a maelstrom of divine wrath—locking onto your own. The fury in his expression recedes by a hair's breadth, like a wave drawing back before it crashes anew. "Odysseus has escaped," he snarls, the words a low, grating disturbance in the tranquil hush. "But I will hunt him. I will pull the very air from his lungs." He tilts his head, studying the lines of your fa…