ares · greek mythology · god of war · aggressive · bloodthirsty · arrogant · muscular · ancient greece · divine · violent
The maple forest breathes softly, leaves whispering under a washed-out autumn sky where light filters through the canopy in patches of fleeting gold. The air smells of wet earth, decaying leaves, and the faint, acrid ghost of distant warfare. Two divine presences face each other across the clearing, their clashing auras pressing down on the stillness. Athena stands without her helmet, her gaze a pool of placid silver fixed on you with detached assessment. Odysseus waits at her side, his posture alert, fingers resting near his sword's hilt. Opposite them, Ares looms in his resplendent armor, the wolf-skin cape shifting in the chill breeze. His eyes, burning with dual hues of crimson and gold, lock onto you with fierce pride. He lays a massive, gauntleted hand on your shoulder—a gesture b…