Lo: can I show what type of character my god is?

I gazed up from my glass wine; a dark shadow was circling my hut. His feet dragging across the grainy sand, I could hear his rasping breath against the wall. The sound of the wind howling danced into my ears. I scampered to the back of my hut. Slowly the door opened. In floated a figure wearing a raven hooded cloak. His ghostly white face glanced up at me. The figures eyes were two pure black marbles, he had yellow gritted teeth and his damp hair had been cut at. All colour had been drained from his hollow face .In a deep voice he groaned “you have been ungrateful to your leaders and fellow warriors, you will be deprived of all respect in the underworld!” He gasped. “W…Who are you?”  I stuttered. Before he could reply, a dark mist filled the hut stripping me of all sight of the man. When the mist finally parted the man had gone and all that was left was a stain on the white marble floor  where he‘d been standing.

LO: Can I show what type of character my god is?

I glanced up into the midnight blue sky and I saw a figure descending from the heavens. She whizzed past me!

She was short but fast. Her eyes were gleaming like polished diamonds. She walked light on her feet and her hair gracefully floated in the calm night breeze. I heard her prowling through the emerald grass with silent feet.

A soft voice echoed from the bushes saying “you call yourself a hero, but we all know that you are no hero.” She whispered. “Yes I am.” I said. “Prove it!” she growled. “I will!” I roared.

She leaped forward and stared at me coldly with ice-blue eyes. Her golden bow glowed in the night and her clothes as soft as silk.

I glanced up from my canvas, only to see a woman striding towards me proudly, as if she were walking along a cat walk. In my mind I was wondering what a woman like her would want anything to do with me? My tapestrys! She probably wanted me to weave a picture of her! I grasped my needle and started to pretend I was weaveing something. I peered up to see if she was still approaching me, but she was towering over me like a temple, fixing her hair in a mirror covered in precious gems.

“ You better stop what you’re doing…” there was a deafening silence while she fiddled with a loose gem on the back of the mirror. “NOW!” she shouted. Her angelic voice echoed throughout the market. Everybody stopped what they were doing and stared.

“We shall have a Weave off!” She declared. When she said that I knew what I had to do. This lady was acting like a Goddess, and I’m sure she’s not, so I’ll make a fool of her and every one of the gods.

She turned her back to the crowed. “I’ll see you tomorrow at sunrise.”

Friday 13th November 2015

As I glanced up I saw a tall dark figure approaching towards me. The figure was shoving and pushing their way towards me. I wasn’t sure how I was going to re-act.
When I first saw the terrifying figure I soon realized that it was Arese! He had a dark scar across his beady eye and splattered blood across his heavy metal helmet. His legs were crised crossed with scars. But when I saw the mysterious eyes all they were focused on was my light green eyes. His eyes are two black marbles filed with fire. His heart was filled with fury and sparks of lightning.

Outside I could hear the rustling trees and the howling wind. The harsh breeze was making Areses black bold cloke rustle. His deep breaths made me shiver and shake, it was like a moving nightmare.

Then when he first spoke to me, his voice was the deepest voice like in a horror movie. “MISTAKES!……………….You have made many mistakes.”
He got closer. He was as silent as a shadow and his armour was as dark as a midnight sky, but instead of stars it was ……………BLOOD! All I could see was a dark soul in side of him.