Pride...
Eon tried to imagine the amount of pride a god would have. He couldn’t. He couldn’t even imagine being anything but a fuck up until recently. Any respect he was given was not directed towards him but to his lineage. He was told he was special because he was born into a special family. He didn't earn anything while a silver spoon was feeding him. The first time he had felt a sense of anything was when the blood laws were abolished. He had fought alongside the others of Athadia then and had seen a strength in them he had never seen prior. He almost felt proud to have stepped up as their leader, only to have everything ripped from under him when it came to light he was not actually a Valkyrie. Even the silver spoon that fed him was a lie. He had only gained a sense of "reality" through Tsillah. He had to lose everything to truly know himself. He knew It was Tsillah who had presented him that opportunity.
His attention turned to the feathers dangling from his right ear. They had supposedly been passed down the Valkyrie bloodline for generations. He was supposed to wear them with pride. Instead, they brought him shame. It wasn't until after Duskorna was established that he finally decided to wear them for their intended purpose. What once held a silver sheen was now dyed a vibrant pink and blue that matched his tail feathers. Knowing his 'ancestors' probably despised him for it gave him a sick feeling of satisfaction. That was if their souls even existed anymore. It occurred to him Tsillah could have very well swallowed them in battle. Where they may have failed, however, he could succeed. Perhaps he'd make his bloodline something to actually be proud of.
"It's not anything you listed, but I think it still shows my strengths." Without giving himself an extra moment to think it over, Eon yanked the feathered earrings out. He didn't want to allow himself the opportunity back out; he needed to do this, even if it meant tearing his ear. He wasn't sure how else to easily remove it in the moment.
Eon tried to imagine the amount of pride a god would have. He couldn’t. He couldn’t even imagine being anything but a fuck up until recently. Any respect he was given was not directed towards him but to his lineage. He was told he was special because he was born into a special family. He didn't earn anything while a silver spoon was feeding him. The first time he had felt a sense of anything was when the blood laws were abolished. He had fought alongside the others of Athadia then and had seen a strength in them he had never seen prior. He almost felt proud to have stepped up as their leader, only to have everything ripped from under him when it came to light he was not actually a Valkyrie. Even the silver spoon that fed him was a lie. He had only gained a sense of "reality" through Tsillah. He had to lose everything to truly know himself. He knew It was Tsillah who had presented him that opportunity.
His attention turned to the feathers dangling from his right ear. They had supposedly been passed down the Valkyrie bloodline for generations. He was supposed to wear them with pride. Instead, they brought him shame. It wasn't until after Duskorna was established that he finally decided to wear them for their intended purpose. What once held a silver sheen was now dyed a vibrant pink and blue that matched his tail feathers. Knowing his 'ancestors' probably despised him for it gave him a sick feeling of satisfaction. That was if their souls even existed anymore. It occurred to him Tsillah could have very well swallowed them in battle. Where they may have failed, however, he could succeed. Perhaps he'd make his bloodline something to actually be proud of.
"It's not anything you listed, but I think it still shows my strengths." Without giving himself an extra moment to think it over, Eon yanked the feathered earrings out. He didn't want to allow himself the opportunity back out; he needed to do this, even if it meant tearing his ear. He wasn't sure how else to easily remove it in the moment.