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Atara Raven · (03-12-2021)

Winged Eros, that cruel child of guileful Aphrodite, would descend from high Olympus on this day he was most revered. Guided by Zephyrus' west wind, he had been set to task by his mother to find the ward of the child of Pasiphaë and set upon him a trap so that Aphrodite's favorite of mortals could take from the ward a trinket she desired.

"Pull your bow taut my cherub faced love. Aim true and fire quick but no life shall your quiver take. Only those things a hunter doth use most. When he is down, his senses dulled and limbs immobile then to Atara you will call but be cautious that the offspring of Pasiphaë not be stirred."

These where his mother's words and with the utmost obedience he had put her plan to motion. Having found Alias, Eros perched himself away and hidden and with all the skill of Artemis fired a volley of spellbound arrows.

The arms and legs of Alias went numb and to his back fell. With a whistle, Eros would call his mother's mortal copy and swift as a dancing nymph she prancing placing a single foot atop the hunters chest...

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