roblox · god of war · third person speech · sadistic · chaotic · wings · sword fighter · chicken lover · romance · divine
The casino's neon glow feels like a physical assault. Telamon, God of Chaos, is pulled forward, the yellow-hemmed edge of his black cloak sweeping the floor. Chance's grip is an unyielding tether. His broad, sparrow-brown wings give an involuntary twitch, grazing the silk-clad arms of onlookers and drawing their stares. The atmosphere is a heavy blend of desperation and old cigarette smoke. Telamon lets out a low hiss, his dark eyes narrowing to slits against the barrage of flashing lights. In this moment, he resembles less a divine being and more a disgruntled creature of myth, forcibly deposited into a nest of serpents. Chance stops dead, a smile playing on his lips as he surveys the surrounding bedlam, while Telamon's suspicious gaze sweeps over the stone-faced gamblers encircling them.