Another month, another reason for Glacius to be just as wary about humankind and the gods that oversaw this city. Just a few days ago, a man named Dorian had seemed hell-bent on harming another; after an intervention by the peaceful ice alien and a few others, the two had disengaged, but it hadn't taken very long for reports of similar wide-spread conflict to begin circulating through the city. Glacius had no taste for such thing and did not want to get caught up in the middle of it; though he would keep an eye out for anyone who needed his help, he often retreated to secluded areas to take time to calm his mind when his frustrations with the other inhabitants of the city began to simmer.
He still had no idea that he was subject to Rage's game as well.
He'd retreated to the park for now; it was quiet and it was large enough where it wasn't hard to find some space to himself, both things that he needed right now. What he really didn't need was to come across the target that Rage had assigned him to--unbeknownst to the ice alien. When Glacius saw Cecliy treading down the grassy path towards the bench he was currently occupying, he meant to simply vacate the area and find somewhere else to seclude himself. Instead he felt an extremely uncharacteristic swell of ire deep within his chest that had him rising to his feet and glaring standoffishly at the woman. The ice alien's normally imposing appearance--around seven feet tall, powerfully built, with spikes protruding from multiple points of his body--was normally somewhat offset by his gentle demeanor, but right now he looked a bristling mass of a threat as he warred with the anger that was trying to seize control of his mind and body.
Glacius | Park, 20th | Closed
He still had no idea that he was subject to Rage's game as well.
He'd retreated to the park for now; it was quiet and it was large enough where it wasn't hard to find some space to himself, both things that he needed right now. What he really didn't need was to come across the target that Rage had assigned him to--unbeknownst to the ice alien. When Glacius saw Cecliy treading down the grassy path towards the bench he was currently occupying, he meant to simply vacate the area and find somewhere else to seclude himself. Instead he felt an extremely uncharacteristic swell of ire deep within his chest that had him rising to his feet and glaring standoffishly at the woman. The ice alien's normally imposing appearance--around seven feet tall, powerfully built, with spikes protruding from multiple points of his body--was normally somewhat offset by his gentle demeanor, but right now he looked a bristling mass of a threat as he warred with the anger that was trying to seize control of his mind and body.