thejangler The Pookie Slinger

Joined: 03 Oct 2007 Posts: 588 Location: Clayville. NY
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 1:02 am Post subject: Hermod - Asgardian gods of Speed |
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Hermod can hardly believe it. His eyes are welling up with tears. He looks around his dreary motel room and continues to weep. He can hardly make the connection between when he was one of the most revered and trusted of the Asgardian Gods, a messenger among them who was kept in high regard, and now, banished to Midgard for an indefinite time, made to live among mortals. He looks out of his window and starts to piece it together, not for any other reason, but to save his sanity.
"It was all her fault", he says aloud with teeth clenched. "If it wasn't for her and her whoring ways, I would still be in Asgard today. Damn Frigga and damn her husband Odin!", he says as he slams his fist on the sill of the window, leaving a huge depression where his fist just was.
"It all started out so innocent.", he says to no one but himself. "Balder had a message for me to deliver to Frigga. She tempted me with her flesh, knowing that I could not resist." He stops, turning away from the window. "I should have known better. I should have denied her and left Odin's palace having dropped off the message."
Hermod takes in a deep breath. "When Odin found out, he banished me from Asgard indefinitely, with no condition for my return. And what a long walk it is, down the Rainbow Road, when you know you are not going to come back." He sits on the edge of his lumpy mattress.
"I should only hope that if Odin sees the good deeds I am doing here on Midgard, he will smile upon me and see the lecherous ways of his wife. Maybe then, my name will be cleared and I can return to Asgard!"
His eyes fill with tears once again. However this time, they are tears for hope that he can return to the life he is used to.
So here is a picture of Hermod. His clothing is exactly the same except that the orange/brown is actually a deep blue color.
Also, 500th post! w00t!! _________________
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