I . A M . y o u r s (Danna)

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TIME HAS TAKEN ITS TOLL
b u t . f i n a l l y . i . a m . n o . l o n g e r . u n d e r . y o u r . d a r k e n e d . h a n d

A darkened smile met Khione's lips, a smile that seemed ever so cunning and full of secrets that were never to be told, that darn't never to be told, but that smile never met her eyes, her cold, frozen eyes. One look into those piercing eyes and one would feel frozen to the spot, icy chills running through your spine, they contained more death, more ice and more chill than anyone might think a girl of her age would possess. She looked up to her Father, Boreas, God of the North Wind, and her smile dispersed, she nodded in response to what he had commanded her to do. A gentle bow, and she retreated, head still bowed, until she was out of the door, where it flicked upwards energetically, revealing a pleased, delightful smile that yet again only became apparent on her lips, the rest of her face remained hard and piercing, icy cold.

It had been her Father's order that she, Khione, the Goddess of Winter and Snow, where to his sacrifice to the Goddess of Torment and Manipulation, Danna, who had been tormenting and torturing his wind spirits, driving them into a craze of chaos, and corrupting Boreas' order. In the hopes of making her stop he offered her his best possession, his most powerful one, for a sacrifice. That was his Daughter. Now, one might think that to be told you were your Father's sacrifice to a woman who had been torturing those who were not also his children might be incredibly disrespectful and terrible, but Khione was proud and joyous. She had done nothing but want to release herself from the annoyance and stupidity of her Father and two Brother's presence. And so she took this 'offering' of herself as a great escape.

She took no time in saying goodbye's, she simply accepted, and left. Taking to the sky, flying through her Father's mode of transport, the North Wind spirits. To the place she was not all too familiar with. Mt Olympus. It wasn't great, it wasn't perfect and it wasn't home. But it was away from her Father, and her Brothers, and because of that very fact, it was more than good enough. She entered across the long bridge, walking cautiously, her eyes anxiously flicking from side to side, observing and investigating as she made each graceful, angelic step forward, her dress today, seeming to be made of a flimsy silver-blue sparkly material fluttered around her frame, upon closer inspection though, the dress was made out of tiny crystals of ice, reflecting the light to make it seem as if it was sparkling.

Heat wreaked from lanterns that stood along the walk she took, and she grimaced in response, the heat making her feel a little nauseous. She closed her eyes and paused in her walk for just a moment, exhaling and concentrating. Around her, mist flowed, and she cooled herself down easily, maintaining a steady, comfortable temperature. She reached the house in no time, no time at all, and she stood expectantly, not knocking, because she knew all too well the Goddess inside the home would no of her appearance. And so she waited, ever so slightly excited, and rather impatient, for the door to be opened.

[DANNA]

It had been a rather long and terrible day for Danna, which was why the young goddess was currently pacing the floor of her home up and down. Her little fights with Ares were a daily occurrence, they were training her and making her better, and yet these days everyone was intent on “saving” her, like she was some damsel in distress. Just today Anteros had offered to fight Ares while Harmonia and Beroe dragged her off. She had then stormed off and had an unfortunate encounter with her mother Aphrodite, which had done little to save her mood. Finally she had parted and returned here. Being in public was surely not the way to go. She had a reputation to uphold, or the lack of one to keep. She had quite the rebellion being planned in her mind, and it was best if no one had any idea just how determined she was to end the reign of Zeus and the Twelve Olympian gods. The “major” gods, they were so called…The self proclaimed most important. And being out and about in such a temper would do nothing to help her case. Her self control was normally outstanding, but today…Too much had happened today for things to be any good for her.

She had beaten Ares once, she continuously reminded herself. And no matter how many times he beat her into the ground these days, she remembered that and it made it all worth it. Ares was the best fighter there was…It didn’t make him invincible, it didn’t mean he won every fight, but he was the best. And training with him would in turn make Danna the best. But with everyone stepping in, making her look weak and unable to take care of herself and interrupting perfectly good training sessions was just making things worse and infuriating her. Her mother, her siblings, everyone seemed to be worried about her well-being, making sure she stayed alive, but none of them seemed to understand that she didn’t care about that. She didn’t care what he did to her. She would gladly risk herself for the sake of her plans than give in and give up. No one seemed to realize that. No one seemed to see how serious or passionate she was about the whole matter. They just saw some little girl, some “baby” to them. Danna grinned her teeth and harshly kicked the beautiful face in one corner holding a very beautiful plant. The case shattered and dirt crumpled onto the floor, the green leaves falling over on top of the brown hill of dirt.

All of her outrage stopped after only a few moments of hitting and kicking everything in sight. Her golden halo of hair was a wild mess and the fury in her vivid green eyes died down into curiosity as she sensed someone approaching. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she slowly walked towards the door, running her fingers through her hair and pulling down the ends of her dress to look somewhat presentable. She cleared her throat and stood at the door for a moment, making sure she was somewhat calm before opening the door, raising her eyebrow at the somewhat unfamiliar woman before her. She was a goddess and Danna had to rack her brain for a moment to decide who she must be. Khione, she thought her name was, but she wasn’t entirely sure. “Can I help you?” she asked, though she was in no mood to deal with anyone, much less help them.

^{TAG - Khione
WORDS - sayHOWMANY?
NOTES - wearing this
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}