Tales from the Pulverized Parlour.

[ares_dot_com]

*his bedraggled figure derives from an explosion of ruby smoke that even in itself seems weary to garnish the God's enervated state. Formerly bare foot, now bootclad, rolls over a large nugget of fragmented cement and marble as he tawdrily crunches across the soiled floor of his heretofore ostentatious bed chambers. Each step reminding him of the

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[ares_dot_com]

Standardly I'd be aloof and mention "In the profile, *beep*."
But, considering.. ares_dot_com@hotmail.com

[momus_dot_com]

I was right.

[ex_kyrene656]

man, I so saw this coming. I'm wondering why it didn't happen sooner....

[tiamat_dot_com]

*a fell wind surrounds War's temple, though Her form dissipates, She watches as a thin mist about the gods*

[oshun_dot_com]

Ochun materializes at the temple of Senor La Guerra discreetly, and a look of surprise flickers on her face for an imperceptible moment when she sees that there are others there. Upon making note of the conditions of the antipathetic structure, she arches a brow and shakes her head.

You know, sometimes I am so complex I don't even get me, no?

No.

[brighid_dot_com]

*Peers in, eyeing the bloody steel with a scowl*

If you don't wipe the gore off those before they rust, Ares, I will smite you myself!

[ares_dot_com]

Picking at a curiosity in my inventory, Brigh?

[brighid_dot_com]

*Harrumph*

Inventory indeed! Those swords may be just tools to you, Marauder, but to me, they are a Blacksmith's children, the pride of his hands and sweat; I find myself most put out to see them being neglected! Did you think I wouldn't notice a couple of fine blades like that left lying around bloody?

*smirks with a recognizing glint to his expression*

[ares_dot_com]

*sweeps his arm about her waist, pulling his lower lip into his mouth while glancing down to the weapons she perceives to have been apostatized and wrongfully abused. Turns his head to face her, allowing his smirk to loiter..*
Mn, thorns without the rose..