>>5441718>>5441719>>5441721>>5441732>>5441757>>5441766>>5441829>>5441838>Divine fury! You are no god of war, but even the goddess of love can become enraged! Seek revenge on he that would put out your eye and pierce your heart!>90True to your nature, you are ever so loving and patient with mortals. Perhaps because more than the other gods, you could see yourself in them and recognized their plight, the human condition. Your divine companions might take on animal features and distance themselves to rule from afar, but you recognized and accepted the similarities, for how alike you are to any other woman or man you might bump into on the street. Of course you are "more" than them, but not unimaginably so, when you can experience and think and feel the same things.
But the abhumans, those wretched things... the elves, the dwarves and others, you hadn't dealt with them in your own time but you were certainly aware of them. Once they had been humans too, in time before time, but they broke their covenant with the gods to distort their bodies from the ideal; humans made in the image of the gods. These abhumans found some benefits in diverging from the norm, like longer lives, keener senses, tougher bodies and such. But no gods would have them, so they labored under delusions of faith, creating "gods" out of faith rather than actual definite divine beings like you are... not unlike the faith of these modern humans in their one god, but at least you could accept some weight there given that these are still human believers.
For a mortal to harm a god, that is a grievous thing that you would be in the right to punish. But for an abhuman to harm a god?
<span class="mu-r">"...they shot me in the eye!"</span> you angrily proclaim, as if needing to hear the words actually spoken for them to be real.
<span class="mu-b">"Please Zafira, we have to get you to safety."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"They shot me in the heart!"</span> you more angrily proclaim, starting to throw a fit as you struggle in the paladin's arms.
<span class="mu-b">"You are severely wounded, you could perish if we do not-"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"-no! <span class="mu-s">NO!</span>"</span> you roar in fury, your eyes blazing alight with divine power as your voice resonates through the area much louder than should be possible... for a mortal young woman. Not that he could physically restrain you now, but in alarm Sir Tyne lets you down, shaken to his core by your godly voice. The fury at your earlier impotence to do anything, the shock from being attacked, you fume and stomp and clench your teeth and pound your fists in godly rage. Your divine nature of love and beauty weigh heavy on your conscience, but the divine wrath burning up inside you demands recompense for this blasphemous act.
