Post by Xerxes on Oct 15, 2019 8:12:28 GMT -6
There had been few things in his life that were constant - even with the confirmed death of Poseidon - and of them, were nightmares. Thrust deep into the sickening chambers of his mind, Xerxes was forced to relive all the bad things in his life - over and over again. The nightmares, though always changing and different still forced the male to feel true fear. It was not often that this actually happened to him, so when the feeling did arise, he could not help but to feel paranoid by it. More times than he wanted to count, he dreamed of Tristan. He watched the monster's jaws as they wrapped around the young pup's limp body. The snapping of the bones were enough to echo through his thoughts. He had heard the sound many times before, from hunting, his many battles, and even when he killed his own brother - but this was very different.
Stirring awake, he jerked in his sleep. He released a snarl after he slammed his jaws from open to shut. His eyes scanned the dark cavern of the den he shared with Hela and their children. Luckily none had woken from the threatening sound of his snarls. He got up, even in the dead of night and walked out from his den. He stretched his long legs forward, arching his back as he closed his eyes. He did not keep them closed for very long, knowing that if he were to sleep anytime soon, the nightmare would continue and he would be forced to see it over and over again. But no matter what had happened in the past, the most recent issue had weighed heavily on his shoulders. Persephone. She was in his thoughts constantly, even when he did not mean to be thinking of her. When he saved her from being raped, it was too close of a call. What if he had not been there? What if he never left Ina'mos? It bothered him to his core and he wished he would have killed the male when he had the chance. There were times when it was alright to kill, and that would have been the time. But he did not wish for her to see the true monster that he was.
He moved away from the den, making his way towards the ocean once more, but he would not cross it. He had to wait for Perseus to return home. The young brute was surely going to make him proud, this was a fact. The large ivory beast continued on his path until he made it to the water's edge. There he stood over the sea life and stared into its depths. In the water, he could see his reflection - his mangled face. He knew that Persephone did not think him to be a monster, but he knew what he was. Not really thinking much of Hela, he sometimes wondered what she thought of him. Did she love him? Could he ever love her. Instead of resting his form, for fear of falling asleep once more, he stayed standing. He took deep breaths as his red-orange eyes locked onto any moving life before him. There was much to think about and process in his head, and there would be much free time to think it all over. When he thought back to the image of the male mounting the female he cared for, it sent shivers down his spine. How could that have happened within their lands? He swore to himself that he would never allow anything bad to happen to the little husky ever again, even if it meant following her little paws everywhere she went.
Stirring awake, he jerked in his sleep. He released a snarl after he slammed his jaws from open to shut. His eyes scanned the dark cavern of the den he shared with Hela and their children. Luckily none had woken from the threatening sound of his snarls. He got up, even in the dead of night and walked out from his den. He stretched his long legs forward, arching his back as he closed his eyes. He did not keep them closed for very long, knowing that if he were to sleep anytime soon, the nightmare would continue and he would be forced to see it over and over again. But no matter what had happened in the past, the most recent issue had weighed heavily on his shoulders. Persephone. She was in his thoughts constantly, even when he did not mean to be thinking of her. When he saved her from being raped, it was too close of a call. What if he had not been there? What if he never left Ina'mos? It bothered him to his core and he wished he would have killed the male when he had the chance. There were times when it was alright to kill, and that would have been the time. But he did not wish for her to see the true monster that he was.
He moved away from the den, making his way towards the ocean once more, but he would not cross it. He had to wait for Perseus to return home. The young brute was surely going to make him proud, this was a fact. The large ivory beast continued on his path until he made it to the water's edge. There he stood over the sea life and stared into its depths. In the water, he could see his reflection - his mangled face. He knew that Persephone did not think him to be a monster, but he knew what he was. Not really thinking much of Hela, he sometimes wondered what she thought of him. Did she love him? Could he ever love her. Instead of resting his form, for fear of falling asleep once more, he stayed standing. He took deep breaths as his red-orange eyes locked onto any moving life before him. There was much to think about and process in his head, and there would be much free time to think it all over. When he thought back to the image of the male mounting the female he cared for, it sent shivers down his spine. How could that have happened within their lands? He swore to himself that he would never allow anything bad to happen to the little husky ever again, even if it meant following her little paws everywhere she went.
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