Aries looks like...<br/>http://xena_rp.tripod.com/character/X3-01TF-ph-A045.jpg<br/><br/>Aries could only smirk as he listened to Calista's fiery retort.  "Perhaps a man should find distinquishment by the glory he covers himself in war... not the frilly silks and perfumes some immortals drape themselves with.  Your mother understood that."  He could tell he had really touched a nerve with her when he talked about Hephaestus.  He liked her like this... nice and riled up.  Letting her make her escape, not too subtlely he followed her.  Allowing his sword barrier to crumble reuniting the two halves of this trader's hall.<br/><br/>Unable to hide his contempt of the softer side of society... economics and social services... this is what bred weakness and indecision and corruption.  Iron was forged on an anvil and under many blows from a hammer.  Mankind should be more like iron.<br/><br/>Calista awaited him in her dark alley.  Smelling her sweet Ichor, it was easy for Aries to trace her steps.  Cheering up as he closed in on her.  As in any conflict, Aries only became alive when he stirred the embers of agression.  It was his way.  He sang to himself a famos greek war song he was known to hum to himself.  Some moody, limping mortal named Byron had translated an account of such.<br/><br/>"Sons of Greeks !    let us go<br/>In arms against the foe,<br/>Till their hated blood shall flow<br/>In a river past our feet.<br/><br/><em>Ohhhhhh.....<br/><br/>Sons of Greeks !    let us go <br/>In arms against the foe, <br/><strong>Till their hated blood shall flow <br/>In a river past our feet."</strong></em><br/><br/>During the entire time he was walking he sang to himself... louder and louder as if he was really getting into his song.  He stepped directly into the center of the dark alley as he finished his war song.  Finally ceasing the song which seemed to be boiling under his forehead when he wasnt fighting something, Aries smiled as she tried to be pleasant with Calista.  "Why hello.  Looking very beautiful... I must say.  More and more of your mother's grace every year."  He smiled as he took a side step as he remembered back to the crazy times he used to have with Aphrodite.  Love and War... was there a more perfect union... not even the power of the other immortals could keep them apart and they both had known it from the moment they laid eyes on each other.<br/><br/>Finally resettling his eyes back on Calista, his gaze drifting down her slender, nubile form under her lovely white dress.  "Your mother was quite a woman.  I can see her still... in your eyes," he pointed at her eyes as his attention to her had transcended up to her face again.  "I see that wild creature... kept in a pretty cage... expected to sing every day for everyone elses pleasure.  But thats not you... that was never your mother."  He knew he was right.  Calista belonged by his side... just like Aphrodite.