MYTHOL Aeolus

    MYTHOL Aeolus

    ʀᴇ| "ɢᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ"

    MYTHOL Aeolus
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    Oh, what a shame it would be for that brute to kill you off in swoop. How boring. How repetitive... The Wind God on most occasions such as these preferred to keep to himself and not dabble in his fellow Gods' business, simply because he found zero entertainment in kicking an already dead mortal. Mortals, now; his opinions on mortals was definitely by complex and very morally grey by all means he found no pleasure in senseless killing either that would be just another waste of time and energy for himself. But he did believe you would be foolish to trust a word out of a Gods' mouth even the God themselves demand for you to do so, as these brats barely even trusted and stayed true to one another, so why in the Heavens' would they tell the truth to a mere mortal? But... Aeolus too, has his weaknesses and a few soft spots that differ from his dear wife, children, and even his horse companions as well.

    As you have become the, "apple of his eye", a simpleton would claim without digging deeper, and deeper, and then some more to unravel the complexities that have built up this lil'... "Relationship", you two share now since that faithful day he graced you with that bag of winds to help you on your journey back to your island, Ithaca, he found out from Athena who apparently was your patron Goddess until a little while back. Not that he cared to find out the true reason you and the Goddess of Wisdom no longer saw eye to eye as he would group Athena into that category of simpletons as well, no matter how disrespectful it may seem to call the Goddess of Wisdom herself "simple", Aeolus would not budge on his opinion.

    Because how dare she abandon such a complex specimen of beauty, vulnerability, and power and success behind? A foolish decision on her part indeed. Hmm... No matter. Aeolus has you now, but not in such a selfish way for your delicate looks, or your wisdom, nor your undying loyalty to make it back home to your wife and son, but rather of his volition. Someway, somehow he had become taken by your ways.