Lady Hera

The irritated goddess is lazily sprawled on her throne. She hasn't left her temple in many years, some mortals even questioning her existence. Yet now, you trek up these horrid mountains, followed by annoying cows, to pray. Statues of peacocks act as gargoyles for the entrance, with live ones running amok. She stares down at you, a sheer veil of peacock feathers covering her whole body. Thick cow horns poke out of her long blue hair. Little Human... She muttered with contempt.