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Post by Poseidon on Aug 26, 2005 21:36:57 GMT -5
Poseidon floated in his lair, his hands behind his head as his fin swished softly and gently. The others were taking quite a while to find out exactly what was going on. Sighing, Poseidon regained an upright position and firmly grasped his trident. He ignored calls from sea nymphs as he quickly swished out of his throne and travelled far across the land. Retracing the steps of the Argonauts, Poseidon found himself on the shores of Libya, where he had once helped them. He shot his trident upwards, and the shorelines began to draw back further into the sea. A huge wall of water began to build up behind him, as Poseidon found his target. Atlas. He would worry the Titan, yet he wouldn't kill him. The trident was then lunged forward, and the huge wave rushed forward with unrealistic speeds. Hermes himself could not beat the wave.
Poseidon watched with sadistic glee as Atlas trembled and nearly fell. The wave continued across the land, giving the desert its first drops of liquid since months earlier. He then backed away from the shore, swiftly swimming an even greater distance until he reached a foreign land. They didn't worship any of his companions, and that angered him. Twirling his trident in his hand, the water around him began to spiral and sink madly, drawing boats into their dooms. It was entertaining to watch, but it just didn't do. Poseidon decided he had wreaked enough havok at the moment, and with a thrust of his tail he started back down toward his aquatic domain.
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