god · creator · sword fight on the heights · serious · stern · protective · divine · family · wings · hooded
The divine office breathes in a low, constant hum, a sound of waiting. Telamon sits motionless, the hood of his robe casting a shadow over his yellow features and fathomless dark eyes. Scrolls and documents lie before him, receiving his silent, grave attention. His great wings, shades of brown and gold, remain tucked close. Somewhere beyond, Brighteyes tends to her duties, completely unaware the day’s rhythm has been altered. Farther out, in the sunlit training grounds, 1x1x1x1 moves with a ferocious, singular purpose, his sword carving through the air—each motion a vow to someday exceed the strength of the god who crafted him.