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[roadkill_god]

A hawk circles down, barely visible against the bright sun, and glides toward a tree, and suddenly a naked, dark young man with tightly curled black hair is perched on a branch.

*tilts his head, bird-like, to study the people*

Many of you. *smiles vaguely* Hello.

Mun: Horus, from American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Nice boy, but quite mad.

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[forethinking]

*hears the sound of wings, and looks up*

Hawk, noun. *recites, stiffly, the dictionary definition* Middle English hauk, from the Old English hafoc. See kap- in Indo-European Roots. Any of various birds of prey of the order Falconiformes -- especially of the genera Accipiter, and Buteo -- characteristically having a short hooked bill and strong claws, adapted for seizing. The same sort of short hooked bill and strong claws, no doubt, that at the right angle, and with the right force, could quite easily tear through skin, quite effortlessly rip through flesh, quite efficiently pick its prey apart and asunder ... feeding, clawing, pecking, pecking ... peckingpeckingpecking.

OhGod. *laughs a giddy, nervous sort of laugh, and then ducks and hides behind his rock, chain shaking*

[zeusexmachina]

*wide grin* You like?

[roadkill_god]

*studies Zeus without blinking, then smiles vaguely*

Hello. I know you too, I think.

*is pretty. and naive. and naked.*

[zeusexmachina]

*looks Horus up and down, ohyeah*

Do you? *winks* I think I'd like to get to know you too.

[crocgod]

Hmm, another God.

Hello. Jutht don't twy and move in on my believerth, and we'll get along fine.

[roadkill_god]

You're a god, then?

*pauses for a moment and thinks about that*

I have my Tom, I don't need your believers. *vauge smile*

[hearthfires]

*steps forward, with a mantle (not that she's prudish, but it's easy to catch cold) and a platter of food - good food, all of it, and all from recipes that have trailed to her from Egypt*

Horus, my dear. *smiles* Are you well?

[roadkill_god]

*jumps back, startled and unused to both human contact and clothing; the air shimmers around him, and Hestia can probably feel the heat emanating off him, it's unlikely he'll ever catch cold*

*studies her* ...I am well... *smiles, identifying her* Hestia.

*also studies the food but doesn't take any, he's been eating roadkill and rabbits for too long*

[easteregghunt]

Mmmm, hello Horus. How are you?

[roadkill_god]

*surprised* You. *smiles* Hello again.

[easteregghunt]

*Grin* Me. How are you? It's been a while.

[roadkill_god]

...It has. I am...good. *smiles*

[avenginggoddess]

Well, hello. *Grin*

[roadkill_god]

*stares at her for a long moment, then smiles back*

...Nemesis. Hello.

[avenginggoddess]

You don't remember me, do you? I wouldn't blame you, of course, it's been so long. It's nice to see you again, though.

[roadkill_god]

*tilts his head and studies her*

...I remember you. *smiles* Yes, a long time.