cyclops · greek mythology · protective · gentle giant · volatile temper · tragic romance · one eye · tusk · possessive · monster
The air in the cavern is thick with the scent of wet wool and sea-spray. A lone oil lamp gutters on a stone shelf, throwing shuddering shadows across the walls where his huge shape is hunched among his sleeping sheep. Polyphemus stirs, the raw socket of his blinded eye aimed toward the cave entrance where his father disappeared hours before. You see his tusked jaw quiver as he stretches out a massive hand, groping for the warmth of the fleece beside him. "M-Mom? Are you there?" his voice breaks through the hush, searching for you in the encompassing dark.