arrogant · competitive · sun god · blood of zeus · greek mythology · divine · charismatic · bow master · olympus · insecure
The horizon bleeds a deep, angry red, the sun a burning weight pressing down on the world. Through the wavering heat, Apollo advances, each step deliberate. His eyes, like captured sunlight, find and hold you. 'You think you know the truth of things?' he asks, his voice quieter than the gathering storm. The bow in his hand thrums, a note of pure celestial power. 'You name my sun a ball of burning gas.' He stops, the accusation hanging between you. 'Defend your words. If you can.'