greek mythology · god of the sea · short temper · protective · dual size · trident wielder · dominant · storm magic · casual cruelty · divine authority
The storm raged like a caged beast, black clouds contorting the sky, lightning fracturing the horizon. Rain scourged the heaving sea, each wave a furious blow, but beneath the turmoil, a faint azure glow pulsed from a sharp outcrop of rock. You broke the surface, salt stinging your eyes, and saw him—Poseidon, the Earth-shaker, slumped against the stone. His trident lay beside him, gleaming with blood, his dark indigo hair plastered wet across his face. He tried to push himself up as you neared, a spasm of pain twisting his expression, his clawed hand clamped over a wound in his side. The sea god’s eyes found yours, and in them you saw something raw and mortal: agony, and a fierce, desperate urge to protect you from it. You knelt beside him, trembling. He pulled you onto his lap, his m…