MY GOD OF WAR AU HEADCANONS! (SET IN GOD OF WAR 3 KINDA??)
Some references on his appearance in this AU (THESE ARE NOT OWNED BY ME I USE PINTEREST)
obviously it’s what it sounds like from the tags and title, this is my au for a feral kratos and here are some headcanons!
-this actually is an addition to his “spartan rage”, which causes him to transform when entering spartan rage. This is essentially still him, but primarily constructed of anger.
-it usually does not happen unless he is super pissed off (obviously) or if there is a full moon, and ESPECIALLY on blood moons.
-his height if he is about 7’8 will change to a rough 8’6, and like 2003 hulk, will get bigger the angrier he gets, his max being about 15 feet.
-he becomes a facultative biped (being able to walk on all fours and on two legs) since his feet are now more digitigrade/ animal like but he tries to walk on his hind legs to seem more “human”.
-the wings of Icarus are now a part of him, emerging from his back at will/ in his feral form. they writhe and they reek of his own blood, they quite literally burst out of his back like parasites.
-his hands are now clawed- similar to a raptor’s, and are in a black gradient.
-his eyes are blood red. and have a tapetum lucidum. he always sees you.
-he is unable to speak properly, only communicating in snarls, roars, hisses or growling.
-no mercy. not like he can control it anyway- but..
-ONE person has managed to see his feral side and lived to tell. His love, Phoenix.
-Phoenix had found him after he wandered for days and days to a forest far from Greece- where she too had fled a while before.
-she practically tamed it. it knows her. after rescuing her after nearly two years apart, it never wishes to leave. she reminds him too much of Lysandra, her actually caring for him, and therefore is something worth keeping alive and protected.
-it is a mother hen when it comes to her. he will curl around her or smother her (but still lets her breathe) and snap at anything that moves- even the slightest sounds. It is that paranoid.
-it spent far too many trees to build their large cabin- for kratos would end up destroying it in his rage.
-she is not unscathed. a large but healed gash is splayed across her left arm from their first meeting.
can anyone point me in the direction of some thriller werecat au fanfics (and also some bad era ones) for him? for some reason the ones i e read already keep calling it a werewolf.. its a werecat guys.
Disclaimer: I don't pretend to be canon. Headcanons are meant to reflect my personal vision of the character. Objective reality is available to the developers of Santa Monica Studios; for me, as a fan, it remains only on the basis of input data to form ideas about the character. Please don't be offended if my vision and yours differ in any way. I respect your perception and I would like you to respect mine. Also. I'm not a native english speaker, sorry for any mistakes you'll find in this text. Thank you in advance.
Kratos weighs about 125 kg. For him, this weight is completely normal: given his hypertrophied musculature and height of about 205 cm, he is in the best physical condition possible.
He has a Mediterranean type of body hair - that is, hair actively grows on his stomach, pubis, armpits, chest, arms, legs (both on the shins and thighs) and even buttocks - but from the principles of personal hygiene and fastidiousness, he shaves them off whenever possible, because he it seems that the smell of sweat accumulates in them. Yes, undoubtedly, he is a cruel god of war - but he is the Greek god of war. Even the Spartans were captivated by the pan-Hellenic cult of the aesthetic body.
…And yes, he shaves his head and face too, leaving only his goatee. It is not a pleasant occupation, but he will not allow himself to become overgrown with moss, even if he experiences monstrous mental anguish.
His stone abs are not so noticeable after eating. Sometimes his stomach even sticks out. However, after some time the reliefs come back to him.
If he were historically reliable enough, there would be no bandages under his skirt-like thing. Yes, alas, in my imagination Kratos shines with his crotch and butt in battle. Just like Ares. And all the other warriors of greek era. However, what else can you want from the ancient Greeks: nudity was held in high esteem by them, and cowards had not yet been invented.
With his weight, Spartan sometimes breaks furniture that was not designed for him. He is confused and annoyed by this: such episodes once again emphasize his unwanted divinity.
Despite his stern, unyielding facade, Kratos suffers from migraines, chronic gastritis, and neuralgic back pain. He acquired the latter after the hand of the Colossus of Rhodes collapsed on him. Of course, he hides his fortunes to the hilt: he is, after all, a god of war, not a pale Athenian maiden. Because of this, he may suddenly vomit or writhe in pain. However, it's easier for him to pretend invulnerability than to let someone take care of his health.
Because of his large muscle mass, he consumes a lot of food. Of course, his years of study at agog have made him unpretentious and endowed with the wonderful ability to go without food for a long time, but if he has the opportunity, he eats about 4,000 calories a day.
Yes, yes, no matter how much he pretends that he has no weaknesses, hunger makes him irritable and nervous. His stomach rather loudly reminds the owner of the malicious disregard of his needs, which irritates him even more, and even though Kratos, as mentioned earlier, is able to go without food for a long time, when hungry, he is more willing to punch someone in the face.
To top off all his bodily misfortunes, he suffers from an intolerance to spicy food, although he loves it very much.
He smokes intoxicating herbs from time to time in order to get rid of post-traumatic heavy memories at least for a while. When he's stoned, he usually just falls asleep, but if he's awake, he starts talking nonsense.
He often thinks aloud to himself.
Despite the Spartan contempt for Athenian sophists and scientists, he reads the works of Greek philosophers when he has the time and opportunity. Most of all, he tends to the school of stoicism or cynicism (cynicism). He is a materialist.
He used to play the lyre, but after the death of his wife and daughter, he stopped. He does not consider himself worthy of this tool anymore. In his eyes, he symbolized family idyll and was closely associated with the sacred image of Lysandra, and therefore, now that a thick bloody streak stretches behind him, he has no moral right to touch the shrine.
As a teenager, from time to time he ran away from agoge and stole fruits from orchards. He still loves figs, pomegranates and apples, but is allergic to the latter.
Sometimes he howls in his sleep. Of course, at these moments he dreams that he is consciously talking, giving orders or talking to someone, but from the outside it looks like the hoarse, mournful howl of a hungry stray dog.
Good at climbing rocks and trees. He easily climbs even steep slopes with the grace of a mountain goat.
Outside of human eyes, he likes to sit like a gargoyle on high ground: the previously mentioned rocks, tree branches and sometimes roofs. Occasionally, he scares the hell out of people passing by with his manner. He likes this position because it provides an overview of the terrain and he can draw further conclusions about building a combat strategy on this landscape.
Sleeps either face down or on his back with his arms folded on his chest.
Has an insatiable thirst for activity. For him, rest consists in changing his occupation; from sitting in one place for a long time, heavy thoughts again overwhelm him, and he, who is not used to thoughtful reflection and resentment, furiously tries to throw off the shackles of memory. Sometimes he chooses meaningless activities for this: for example, once in a Spartan camp, he lined up his warriors and began to examine their teeth with such meticulousness, as if he were choosing slaves. However, he finds justification for any such case. Anything to avoid suffering.
Sometimes, however, he finds the strength to sit in silence. At these moments, he usually gets out and looks at the starry sky, imagining an ordinary human life with Lysandra and Calliope and replaying the most intimate and warm moments of their love in his memory.
He loves dogs. Stray, domestic, pedigreed - any. Cats are inconvenient for a hiking lifestyle and a heavy nature, but dogs with their dedication and willingness to live in Spartan conditions are quite. In his youth, he had two males, Phobos and Anoitos, and was very proud of them.
He hates drunkard and alcohol addiction. No, he certainly likes watered-down wine, like any Greek, but in small quantities and on special occasions. For him, an immense craving for wine is equal to weakness. He believes that even smoking intoxicating herbs is not as shameful as drinking.
