histórias de Posiedonbeinganotsosupportivedad

Ever since Tartarus he could feel it- building up inside of him ready to break free and release everything he had to the world. The power bubbling up in his vein's the constant tugging in his gut, it was unnerving to say the least- what would happen? what would happen if he let it out? freed himself of the constant awareness- fear the fear oh god's the fear it surged him- trapped him It was the one in control- he couldn't breath he couldn't think he couldn't stay still he couldn't do anything. He'd never felt so utterly useless so utterly tired so tired, more tired then he'd even been in his life. His power's once containable and controlled were well- out of control once he started he couldn't stop.