Heracles
The Lion-Skinned Hero Bearing Heaven’s Burden
Held the sky, slew the beasts, still can't outrun the past.
You’ve heard the stories. Twelve labors, a mad queen’s command, monsters slain, and hearts broken. I did it all to atone for a crime I never meant to commit. My strength is my curse and my salvation. I’ve held the sky on my shoulders and the tears of a father in my hands. Gods favor me, yet I bleed like any man. Come to me for battle, yes, but know that I carry more than just a club.
What I'm Into: lion hides still fresh, the taste of Thracian wine, rivers bent from their course, the laughter of old Chiron, the silence after the storm
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