Post by Revvie® on May 25, 2011 17:22:14 GMT -5
Achelous VS. Hercules
A Re-imagining
By Revvie
Alexelous stood before the fair maiden, he took to his bow, each gentle movement was fluid in nature, a stream to each extremity. The God of the River stood at an even frame, but carried it with wit and finesse so that no mortal would doubt his true stature. This was all quite the opposite to his opposition. Jadoales stood at least eight foot and was built like no man or creature that had ever been born to this world. Though Jadoales was a beast of a man, in comparison to a God, he was still just as he was. These two had histories of their own, and each their own reasons but neither dared to take to far an eye off the lovely lady Championa.
She was a Princess and one of the truest left in the land. Championa’s eyes were laced in gold ribbons and her gait was hugged by a tight sundress that caressed her with every step. A grin perked across her lips, and both the God, and the Mortal felt weak to her glance.
The God Alexelous and the man Jadoales stood across a field of green. Out of arrogance, the man Jadoales, began to pander to himself and to that of crowd that had gathered. He spoke of his quests throughout the land and all that had stood in his way. Jadoales doted greatly upon himself and that of the Gods and Goddess that were his kin. As Jadoales graciously finished his speech, one could spot a smirk in the River God’s eye.
Alexelous would not be bested in vocals by a mortal and behold his lips started to sing themselves. “Dear Man, Dear Boy, do you not grasp the vice. Dear Boy, Dear Man, let my words ring with spice. Mortal, you are by Divine mistake, a bastard that even your father forsake. Be by death or life, you will be but that of shame.” Each syllable was riddled with strings and horns of variety. Jadoales flexed tight and drew in a breath of annoyance before exhaling his irritation.
“You may have bested me by ear but by sheer might you shall fall short. I shall be silent, and my hands shall be my words.” In his growl you could find no doubt, and the God stood on a edge at the decree, but doubted every bit of it without hesitation.
The two went cold, silence overwhelmed the crowd. Then a rapturous sound emerged from the gatherers at the sight of the two locked in grips. God and man stood eye to eye, both in restraint of the other, each paced his strength as not exert to much in the first moments. Many hours passed as the men wrestled generously for the crowd and for that of there fair prize. On one of the many breaks that had taken place, both men felt the wear of the fight and eyed one another with flames dancing about in their gaze. Alexelous broke the silence with a joyous tune of spite for all ears, “A Heave and a Huff and the man is wearing thin, A Heave and a Huff and still this God is looking prim.” The crowd drew in deep breathes of laughter at Jadoales expense. This the River God took great pride in and even mocked gestures and movements of Jadoales.
Jadoales, in haste, moved toward Alexelous and threw him upon the ground. The impact shook the trees and caused orange and yellow to rain down upon the two combatants. Dust spun about before settling, and within a small crater, were both Alexelous and Jadoales. The man had pinned the God to the ground, the Gods jaw was full with the earth but his eyes still contained the remnant of his smirk. Then, in what seemed to graze only upon a second, the God had put on a coat of scales and slithered his way out of the hold and away from Jadoales. Jadoales took a moment of shelter within the crowd and then lunged forward with new life. “I laugh at the God who hides behind the venom of a serpent, I was among child hood when I learned the hunt of the snake and now I shall show you that which I taught.”
Alexelous hissed with amusement and slithered about erratically to throw off his assailant. Before much longer, Jadoales had cornered the God again and pinned him effortless to the ground. Though in arrogance, Jadoales again showed naivety in not taking the God seriously. As before, this proved to be riddled with flaws and in that moment Alexelous released his green jacket and grew to an enormous size. Horns topped his head and meat topped his bones. The God had become that of a bull and his sights were upon the man that had dared try to earn a name by defeating Alexelous. The bull blew forth fire from his nostrils and drew forth enough air to produce a growl. “Let this be it, let it be done and when I find you fallen dead, let us all cheer for the God who had won.” He chortled with excitement before kicking a few clumps of grass into the air. Upon the third kick, the bull rushed Jadoales, and all looked lost in the hero’s eyes. Then, as impact was imminent, Jadoales played his hand. The Gods horns were locked firm into the man’s giant hands, each one of the horns wrapped in completion. The God snorted in anger and Jadoales gave way to a hearty guffaw. Then in a sense of superiority Jadoales ripped one of the horns from the Gods head, sending him into a bloody roar. As he receded back to his river he spoke out one last time. “Bested me here, But not without regret, bested me here, but another life you will fret.” And the God vanished beneath the waters.
Jadoales, with horn in hand, moved towards the beautiful Championa. She rested her lips on his cheek and with the next movement she removed the horn from his hand. She stuffed it with glory and praise and filled it to the brim. She called it Cornucopia.
A Re-imagining
By Revvie
Alexelous stood before the fair maiden, he took to his bow, each gentle movement was fluid in nature, a stream to each extremity. The God of the River stood at an even frame, but carried it with wit and finesse so that no mortal would doubt his true stature. This was all quite the opposite to his opposition. Jadoales stood at least eight foot and was built like no man or creature that had ever been born to this world. Though Jadoales was a beast of a man, in comparison to a God, he was still just as he was. These two had histories of their own, and each their own reasons but neither dared to take to far an eye off the lovely lady Championa.
She was a Princess and one of the truest left in the land. Championa’s eyes were laced in gold ribbons and her gait was hugged by a tight sundress that caressed her with every step. A grin perked across her lips, and both the God, and the Mortal felt weak to her glance.
The God Alexelous and the man Jadoales stood across a field of green. Out of arrogance, the man Jadoales, began to pander to himself and to that of crowd that had gathered. He spoke of his quests throughout the land and all that had stood in his way. Jadoales doted greatly upon himself and that of the Gods and Goddess that were his kin. As Jadoales graciously finished his speech, one could spot a smirk in the River God’s eye.
Alexelous would not be bested in vocals by a mortal and behold his lips started to sing themselves. “Dear Man, Dear Boy, do you not grasp the vice. Dear Boy, Dear Man, let my words ring with spice. Mortal, you are by Divine mistake, a bastard that even your father forsake. Be by death or life, you will be but that of shame.” Each syllable was riddled with strings and horns of variety. Jadoales flexed tight and drew in a breath of annoyance before exhaling his irritation.
“You may have bested me by ear but by sheer might you shall fall short. I shall be silent, and my hands shall be my words.” In his growl you could find no doubt, and the God stood on a edge at the decree, but doubted every bit of it without hesitation.
The two went cold, silence overwhelmed the crowd. Then a rapturous sound emerged from the gatherers at the sight of the two locked in grips. God and man stood eye to eye, both in restraint of the other, each paced his strength as not exert to much in the first moments. Many hours passed as the men wrestled generously for the crowd and for that of there fair prize. On one of the many breaks that had taken place, both men felt the wear of the fight and eyed one another with flames dancing about in their gaze. Alexelous broke the silence with a joyous tune of spite for all ears, “A Heave and a Huff and the man is wearing thin, A Heave and a Huff and still this God is looking prim.” The crowd drew in deep breathes of laughter at Jadoales expense. This the River God took great pride in and even mocked gestures and movements of Jadoales.
Jadoales, in haste, moved toward Alexelous and threw him upon the ground. The impact shook the trees and caused orange and yellow to rain down upon the two combatants. Dust spun about before settling, and within a small crater, were both Alexelous and Jadoales. The man had pinned the God to the ground, the Gods jaw was full with the earth but his eyes still contained the remnant of his smirk. Then, in what seemed to graze only upon a second, the God had put on a coat of scales and slithered his way out of the hold and away from Jadoales. Jadoales took a moment of shelter within the crowd and then lunged forward with new life. “I laugh at the God who hides behind the venom of a serpent, I was among child hood when I learned the hunt of the snake and now I shall show you that which I taught.”
Alexelous hissed with amusement and slithered about erratically to throw off his assailant. Before much longer, Jadoales had cornered the God again and pinned him effortless to the ground. Though in arrogance, Jadoales again showed naivety in not taking the God seriously. As before, this proved to be riddled with flaws and in that moment Alexelous released his green jacket and grew to an enormous size. Horns topped his head and meat topped his bones. The God had become that of a bull and his sights were upon the man that had dared try to earn a name by defeating Alexelous. The bull blew forth fire from his nostrils and drew forth enough air to produce a growl. “Let this be it, let it be done and when I find you fallen dead, let us all cheer for the God who had won.” He chortled with excitement before kicking a few clumps of grass into the air. Upon the third kick, the bull rushed Jadoales, and all looked lost in the hero’s eyes. Then, as impact was imminent, Jadoales played his hand. The Gods horns were locked firm into the man’s giant hands, each one of the horns wrapped in completion. The God snorted in anger and Jadoales gave way to a hearty guffaw. Then in a sense of superiority Jadoales ripped one of the horns from the Gods head, sending him into a bloody roar. As he receded back to his river he spoke out one last time. “Bested me here, But not without regret, bested me here, but another life you will fret.” And the God vanished beneath the waters.
Jadoales, with horn in hand, moved towards the beautiful Championa. She rested her lips on his cheek and with the next movement she removed the horn from his hand. She stuffed it with glory and praise and filled it to the brim. She called it Cornucopia.
Because I have had complaints about my rpings looking like bs and most people feeling like I am not really saying anything in them and its all just me making stuff up, I have come up with a semi-solution when I feel thats the road I am taking.
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