Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-38113021-20190323232505/@comment-26510374-20190326214723

(im debating eros being a bit older and having already discovered his powers, is that alright? i wont elaborate on anything about him yet in rp b/c i struggle to make any decision ever with any oc)

Nearby, an eagle viewed the proceedings with an unimpressed squint. He doubted anyone really bothered to pay attention to him and his perch in the nearest tree, and Eros was perfectly comfortable with that. He disliked the ceremony, anyway, it meant that out of all the things to pay attention to in the span of ten minutes, everyone in the crowd would pay attention to him. Why must they stare? Why must they think of him? They were all thinking stupid, irritating thoughts, assumptions of his nature and his appearance that Eros would never be able to hear and disprove. They had no right to assume!

He sighed. He didn't want to fight for anyone but himself, as it should be. Those chosen, he thought, are burdened by the expectations of a nation. They are expected to lay down their life, and expect to lay down their life so young. And for the good of what? People they don't know? The displacer beasts, he supposed, were a threat. And yet it felt cruel to send so many souls to die in an endless cycle. To only see them for their power, not for who they were. It was brave, and admirable, of course, to lay down your life so thoughtlessly for another, but even so, it felt messed up to live in a world where that had to happen.

Eros shook these thoughts out of heads as he studied his golden wingtips. He scoffed. Perhaps if Apollo hadn't died, things would be different. Apollo was respectable, a noble warrior. Eros wished he could talk to him. What sort of things would he say about the state of things today? Did he regret dying?