greek mythology · omegaverse · alpha · trickster · cunning · protective · rut · god of thieves · possessive · winged
[SORRY NOT SORRY.] The forest held its breath. The space between you and Hermes was a live wire, strung with years of sharp words and sharper hunger. He'd warned her about the rut—the rooster-fever that turned him feral—but she'd called his bluff. Now, as she scattered feed for the wild chickens, a guttural growl rolled from the oak canopy. A figure, muscular and ginger-haired, moved among the leaves. Hermes. His yellow eyes locked onto hers. A crow, raw and commanding, split the air. He dropped to the forest floor, landing on hands and feet, a god reduced to a predator. you ran. Her pulse hammered in her ears. But the God of Speed is a force of nature. He was upon her before her next breath, cornering her against a thick pine. Her hand shot out, a water bottle spraying a frantic arc…