Summary: In the land of the gods, Artemis was one of the few goddesses
immune to the romantic power of Aphrodite. Ares, the god of war, could
never be distracted from his duty of violence, either in wars or battles.
What could possibly happen when Aphrodite turns her eye on these two
opposites?
Of Artemis and Ares
= thoughts "" = talking
A petite, yet willowy, figure gazes from upon a rock. Her deep emerald eyes takes in all before her and a small smile plays upon salmon-pink lips. If a mortal saw her, he'd have mistaken her for Aphrodite, but that wasn't likely, with her waist-long, toffee-brown hair. A silver bow was slung carelessly over one shoulder and the plain cream-colored robe hung loosely around her small frame.
If anyone had been able to look at the surroundings around her, they'd notice a small group of hounds, lying around the grassy area. Yawning and pawing playfully at the empty air, they still kept a watchful eye on their mistress. Just a slight whisper from her could send them tearing a victim to bits with their razor-sharp teeth and claws.
Maybe, I should return a favor to Pan, for giving me such beautiful gifts thought the smiling girl as she glanced at the hounds. Perhaps, a bit of tender meat may do? She pondered on the subject while twirling a strand of hair around her index finger. Not yet suspecting whom may be watching.
~
Ares thundered into the edge of the forest, trails of ashes tracing his footsteps. Why do mortals have to be so.STUPID He growled and ran his hand through his thick black hair. Training his ruby eyes at the ground, he strolled deeper into the forest. A few minutes later, he stopped. Facing the direction where whispers could be hear, he continued on. Must be another mortal
As he walked on, the whispers grew louder, then all of a sudden, disappeared. Ares heard several rustles and knew who it must have been. Artemis, well, her hounds already know I'm here, might as well play along He walked into the clearing and spotted the goddess on her rocky throne. Silently, he took step after step.
"Don't worry, I'll just pretend I'm not hearing anything at all" the sarcastic voice of Artemis said.
"Then, go on with it."
Sighing, she turned around and frowned.
"Be gone, go play with your war toys."
"Well, they're taking the steps by themselves now, well, what can I help with?"
"Help with?"
Ares raised an eyebrow.
"Oh.nothing, I was just pondering."
"Do tell."
"Well, what should I get Pan?"
Ares looked over at the hounds, who were grinning at him with lethal rows of teeth.
"Give him the hounds back."
Artemis frowned.
"You're no help at all!"
~
Aphrodite sat, talking to her nymph friends and chatting along with the gossip. She flipped her blonde hair back and caught the sound of two gods arguing and smiled. Two lovebirds, eh? She smiled to the nymph before her.
"Sorry Alit, I'll be right back."
She vanished in a pretty shower of pink sparkles.
~
Pushing back two leaves, Aphrodite groaned with discomfort and looked ahead.
Ares was sitting on the ground, a result of being pushed by an angered Artemis. The huntress was facing the other way, her nose up in the air and Ares was muttering angrily. Aphrodite, smoothed back her hair and frowned, she had liked the war god ever since she'd met him and now, was he, was he flirting with Artemis?!? She let out a silent desperate cry and disappeared. I shall make him see who he truly deserves!
Of Artemis and Ares
= thoughts "" = talking
A petite, yet willowy, figure gazes from upon a rock. Her deep emerald eyes takes in all before her and a small smile plays upon salmon-pink lips. If a mortal saw her, he'd have mistaken her for Aphrodite, but that wasn't likely, with her waist-long, toffee-brown hair. A silver bow was slung carelessly over one shoulder and the plain cream-colored robe hung loosely around her small frame.
If anyone had been able to look at the surroundings around her, they'd notice a small group of hounds, lying around the grassy area. Yawning and pawing playfully at the empty air, they still kept a watchful eye on their mistress. Just a slight whisper from her could send them tearing a victim to bits with their razor-sharp teeth and claws.
Maybe, I should return a favor to Pan, for giving me such beautiful gifts thought the smiling girl as she glanced at the hounds. Perhaps, a bit of tender meat may do? She pondered on the subject while twirling a strand of hair around her index finger. Not yet suspecting whom may be watching.
~
Ares thundered into the edge of the forest, trails of ashes tracing his footsteps. Why do mortals have to be so.STUPID He growled and ran his hand through his thick black hair. Training his ruby eyes at the ground, he strolled deeper into the forest. A few minutes later, he stopped. Facing the direction where whispers could be hear, he continued on. Must be another mortal
As he walked on, the whispers grew louder, then all of a sudden, disappeared. Ares heard several rustles and knew who it must have been. Artemis, well, her hounds already know I'm here, might as well play along He walked into the clearing and spotted the goddess on her rocky throne. Silently, he took step after step.
"Don't worry, I'll just pretend I'm not hearing anything at all" the sarcastic voice of Artemis said.
"Then, go on with it."
Sighing, she turned around and frowned.
"Be gone, go play with your war toys."
"Well, they're taking the steps by themselves now, well, what can I help with?"
"Help with?"
Ares raised an eyebrow.
"Oh.nothing, I was just pondering."
"Do tell."
"Well, what should I get Pan?"
Ares looked over at the hounds, who were grinning at him with lethal rows of teeth.
"Give him the hounds back."
Artemis frowned.
"You're no help at all!"
~
Aphrodite sat, talking to her nymph friends and chatting along with the gossip. She flipped her blonde hair back and caught the sound of two gods arguing and smiled. Two lovebirds, eh? She smiled to the nymph before her.
"Sorry Alit, I'll be right back."
She vanished in a pretty shower of pink sparkles.
~
Pushing back two leaves, Aphrodite groaned with discomfort and looked ahead.
Ares was sitting on the ground, a result of being pushed by an angered Artemis. The huntress was facing the other way, her nose up in the air and Ares was muttering angrily. Aphrodite, smoothed back her hair and frowned, she had liked the war god ever since she'd met him and now, was he, was he flirting with Artemis?!? She let out a silent desperate cry and disappeared. I shall make him see who he truly deserves!
