by eaenidu » Mon Dec 01, 2014 7:38 pm
Huffing darkly Aestus went around gathering metal and rather than using tools used her own hands to craft her art, Her art while still being beautiful looked dark, twisted and full of hate, wicked weapons filled with blood lust, Swords and spears made to carve and rip and tear, her rage at the lingering feeling of Athena Boys touching her powered her the hateful Beauty of her works, Shield depicting tortures from the fields of Punishment, Statues of cruel and angry moments from Greek myths, she worked herself without rest until almost a four hours later she passed out.
"I mean, that thing about not looking a gift horse in the mouth? Well, how the fuck else are you supposed to figure out if it’s full of Greeks?”