hawky<3 • oreus • male • god of weather & traveling • 266 words
a gust of wind swept past oreus' face as a regal bird perched on his shoulder. it turned to preen its shimmering feathers and oreus shifted his gaze out to the horizon, watching from his home's cloudy exterior. surveying the skies, his avian-helpers soared through the pale sky, adjusting the weather conditions. nuzzling the bird, named akoa, it whistled and took to the sky. a lone feather shed from its ocean-colored body. taking the feather in his paws, oreus summoned his bag. another bright blue bird swooped to him, the god's bag in its beak. the god thanked the bird, receiving a melodic whistle in reply. opening the clasp on his bag, oreus spilled the contents onto the soft, cloudy ground. akoa's minty egg tumbled out. suddenly feeling nostalgic, oreus shuffled the contents of the bag with his paw. lifting out a small locket, a small exhale caused a gust of wind to sway the jewelry. memories brought an ache to his chest and a blurriness to his vision. quickly pocketing the locket back, oreus pawed out another trinket. this time, his bottle of flight. careful not to spill the contents, he watched the purple liquid swish in the bottle before putting it back. pulling his paw back sharply, he realized he pricked himself on his crescent bow. that thing was sharp! his paws turned chilly as he grasped godly fire contained in a bottle. oreus had nearly forgotten about his trinkets. taking a trip down memory lane had soothed his soul. flinging the bag over his shoulder, he began his trek back to his palace.
a gust of wind swept past oreus' face as a regal bird perched on his shoulder. it turned to preen its shimmering feathers and oreus shifted his gaze out to the horizon, watching from his home's cloudy exterior. surveying the skies, his avian-helpers soared through the pale sky, adjusting the weather conditions. nuzzling the bird, named akoa, it whistled and took to the sky. a lone feather shed from its ocean-colored body. taking the feather in his paws, oreus summoned his bag. another bright blue bird swooped to him, the god's bag in its beak. the god thanked the bird, receiving a melodic whistle in reply. opening the clasp on his bag, oreus spilled the contents onto the soft, cloudy ground. akoa's minty egg tumbled out. suddenly feeling nostalgic, oreus shuffled the contents of the bag with his paw. lifting out a small locket, a small exhale caused a gust of wind to sway the jewelry. memories brought an ache to his chest and a blurriness to his vision. quickly pocketing the locket back, oreus pawed out another trinket. this time, his bottle of flight. careful not to spill the contents, he watched the purple liquid swish in the bottle before putting it back. pulling his paw back sharply, he realized he pricked himself on his crescent bow. that thing was sharp! his paws turned chilly as he grasped godly fire contained in a bottle. oreus had nearly forgotten about his trinkets. taking a trip down memory lane had soothed his soul. flinging the bag over his shoulder, he began his trek back to his palace.