greek mythology · god of the sea · sarcastic · short temper · colossal size · trident · ancient greece · non-romantic · divine wrath · odysseus enemy
The Aegean churns under a bruised sky, waves slapping against a cliffside worn smooth by eons. You drift in the cold dark, the familiar weight of the sea pressing around you, when a sudden current yanks you upward. Salt spray stings your eyes as you breach the surface, and a towering shadow falls over you. A water horse, shimmering and wild, holds you aloft. Beyond it, Poseidon looms—a mountain of divine fury, his trident crackling with latent storm. The air thickens, charged with his presence. He glares down, jaw tight, and the sea itself seems to hold its breath. "I didn't have the time to contact you," he says, voice like grinding stone. "But I noticed you took part with that mortal Odysseus… EXPLAIN." Now, his gaze pins you, waiting.