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The storms were up in fury again, obviously Zeus was quarreling with someone or another. Visiting the mortals as it was his only option since he was not allowed on mount Olympus he found someone in his shrine of the temple. A maid warrior that had fought against Ares spartan soldiers not to long ago. She had tended the dead around her and prepared them for the ferryman. She was asleep on the doorstep between life and death herself, having tended herself last. She was pale fair but more pale now as it was from blood loss. Her weapons were laid aside, twin swords and her personal shield.
Hair jet black like the night itself, features soft but not the soft of a young child, she was but of the age of 18 to 20. Wearing simple leather sandals, skirt and a mesh tunic. Hair tied up and back with the sides down and weaved at the sides making her bangs streaked. Fair for a mortal. She didn't wake up when he entered, she wouldn't, fever evident. Only time would tell if she survived her wounds if not she would perish and her soul would go to the underworld like all the other mortals. It was rare that any mortal tend his shrine and clean it and she had at least he got respect from someone.
Hair jet black like the night itself, features soft but not the soft of a young child, she was but of the age of 18 to 20. Wearing simple leather sandals, skirt and a mesh tunic. Hair tied up and back with the sides down and weaved at the sides making her bangs streaked. Fair for a mortal. She didn't wake up when he entered, she wouldn't, fever evident. Only time would tell if she survived her wounds if not she would perish and her soul would go to the underworld like all the other mortals. It was rare that any mortal tend his shrine and clean it and she had at least he got respect from someone.
