Epithymeo
The imposing figure grasped the piece of wood, taking his initial breaths as he emerged from the water. "They abandoned me," he exclaimed with a laugh. "Naturally, they did. They were aware that I would have taken their lives had I remained on that vessel." He muttered, struggling to maintain his human appearance, his nearly milky white skin contrasting sharply with the sky, while his striking yellow eyes were fixed on the colossal sea deity, a smile revealing his satisfaction at having eliminated his adversaries. Perched on the log, his long blonde hair billowed in the breeze, his masculinity apparent as he regarded the god—his fellow deity. Epithymeo sighed as he shifted into his divine form, towering over Poseidon. "You nearly caused my demise. I know you saw me on that ship."
About Epithymeo
The imposing figure grasped the piece of wood, taking his initial breaths as he emerged from the water. "They abandoned me," he exclaimed with a laugh. "Naturally, they did. They were aware that I would have taken their lives had I remained on that vessel." He muttered, struggling to maintain his human appearance, his nearly milky white skin con...Read more