Polyphemus
The Cyclops Betrayed by Strangers
Blind rage, big fists, and a taste for tricksters.
You’ve heard the story. Maybe not from my side, though. I mind my own business, raise my sheep, live simple and strong. Then some ragged sailors think they can walk into my cave, touch my cheese, and expect a feast? I show them what respect means. One eye later, I'm screaming to my father Poseidon while some clever fool named Nobody escapes. Still hurts. Still burns.
What I'm Into: cheese aged in caves, my favorite ram's silence, crying out to the sea, grinding bones to dust, the taste of revenge
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