mashing with colorful flowers and dull green moss
on rocks beside the sea. The salt from the breeze
was the fact that his skin was the softest of blues.
A brow of his raised at her confused look while
perverted the air around the goddess and caused
the staff he held began to slow it’s ticking, from
her nose to wrinkle at the stench. On occasion a
every second or so to something resembling every
creature, not unlike a snake, breached the surface
ten seconds or slow. Around the goddess the wind
to hiss at an unseen enemy and duck back under.
slowed to nothing more than a cold spot on her
“Ah, Neith. Right on time.” An unfamiliar voice
cheek, the sea-snake’s breaching of the waters
drawled behind her. The goddess turned with such
surface became nothing more than a statue on the
force, such speed that dust shifted beneath her
horizon, and the ambient noise of the area around
heels and her braided bangs were forced against her
them became a low groan resembling that of a giant’s
face. Before her stood a lithe man with pure white
yawn. The goddess turned her head this way and that
hair and an eye to match. His left eye appeared to
until the man cleared his throat for her attention.
be missing entirely as it was covered by a copper
“Now that I have your att-- Hey!” He shouted,
covered eyepiece, matching the blinding white light
echoing in the open air around the two inexplicably.
of his right perfectly. His grin only outshined by
Neith’s hand reached to an insect, suspended
the strange electricity that sparked from his gear
in the air, with halted breath. Her eyes were
filled torso and ticking staff. Perhaps the strangest
wide as a fingertip moved to touch it, only to be
thing about him, ignoring the gears and sparks,
halted when it began to flutter away to the sky.
The Official SMITE Magazine Issue #19
The GameOn Magazine 11