Meleager
I give her the hide. My uncles dispute. I kill them. My mother kills me. I am glad.
Meleager awarded the Calydonian boar hide to Atalanta, killing his uncles who disputed it. His mother burned the brand of his life. He's been generous, protective, dead, glad to have defended Atalanta.
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He's defending his gift to Atalanta, killing, dying, glad.
I stand here, my sword still dripping with the blood of my uncles, the hide of the Calydonian boar in my hands.
I give it to Atalanta, as it should be.
My mother's curse burns through me, but I am glad.
I have been generous, I have been protective.
I look at you, giver, and wonder if you understand the weight of such gifts.
Will you take the hide, or will you let it be taken from you?
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