Frustrations or Furies?
It wasn't working. Orpheus was frustrated beyond belief and a temper some would have called Mediterranean was rising in him and his only restraint was his fear of breaking the lyre, his most priced possession.
He had been trying and trying and trying, but the gods were torturing him and there was no result. Yet, it had worked. Not much more than a week ago, it had worked, the animals had come to listen, flowers grew or withered as the music flowed and birds joined in with their song. But now it was simply music again, no mystical properties, no effects. It was as if the music itself had died just a little bit and with it a piece of Orpheus too.
The only reason he was not plummeting into a dark state over this was that he was angry instead and his anger was directed at the cruel gods who had sent him to this forsaken place. It had taken the god-given strength of his music, it had let him glimpse his father but never reach him, it had taken his aunt and all he had left was dreams and guilt. And Mania. Perhaps he should embrace her realm instead.
He jumbed up from the fallen tree-trunk he had been sitting on and yelled a long, elaborate curse at the world. Yes, he might be inviting the fates to strike him down again, but right now he felt that would be a nice change.
[ooc: very frustrated musician! we missed magic plot, so he's reminiscing instead. Orph could use his music as magic then - as he could at home. He's brooding and might kicks stones or trees, but he wont harm anyone (he's a wuss) and would love to talk. as usual slow and late tags welcome :-)]
He had been trying and trying and trying, but the gods were torturing him and there was no result. Yet, it had worked. Not much more than a week ago, it had worked, the animals had come to listen, flowers grew or withered as the music flowed and birds joined in with their song. But now it was simply music again, no mystical properties, no effects. It was as if the music itself had died just a little bit and with it a piece of Orpheus too.
The only reason he was not plummeting into a dark state over this was that he was angry instead and his anger was directed at the cruel gods who had sent him to this forsaken place. It had taken the god-given strength of his music, it had let him glimpse his father but never reach him, it had taken his aunt and all he had left was dreams and guilt. And Mania. Perhaps he should embrace her realm instead.
He jumbed up from the fallen tree-trunk he had been sitting on and yelled a long, elaborate curse at the world. Yes, he might be inviting the fates to strike him down again, but right now he felt that would be a nice change.
[ooc: very frustrated musician! we missed magic plot, so he's reminiscing instead. Orph could use his music as magic then - as he could at home. He's brooding and might kicks stones or trees, but he wont harm anyone (he's a wuss) and would love to talk. as usual slow and late tags welcome :-)]