[ fantastical as this place is, Zeus coasts a line between standing out like a sore thumb, and blending in to the scenery. many of those present, those called away by the fae appeared to be human, and though Zeus most certainly looks human, his ethereal nature make it plain that he is anything but. pale as marble, the downy white feathers of his wings are the only thing that shroud him like a cloak, and they force a circle of space around him for their size.
he would almost seem to belong here if he didn't linger near the head of the table, where the endless blue of his eyes scan the room and the feast laid out in a manner that exudes a brand of subtle curiousity. surely if he was native to this place he would be taking part in everything going on.
but if his strange appearance isn't enough to draw the eye, the fact that he wears nothing but the feathers of his wings certainly might. ]
ZEUS | olimpos
[ fantastical as this place is, Zeus coasts a line between standing out like a sore thumb, and blending in to the scenery. many of those present, those called away by the fae appeared to be human, and though Zeus most certainly looks human, his ethereal nature make it plain that he is anything but. pale as marble, the downy white feathers of his wings are the only thing that shroud him like a cloak, and they force a circle of space around him for their size.
he would almost seem to belong here if he didn't linger near the head of the table, where the endless blue of his eyes scan the room and the feast laid out in a manner that exudes a brand of subtle curiousity. surely if he was native to this place he would be taking part in everything going on.
but if his strange appearance isn't enough to draw the eye, the fact that he wears nothing but the feathers of his wings certainly might. ]