Canthus

And there are a lot of people on social media who do talk about these types of things as being, you know, indicators of attractiveness.

Canthal tilt.

People are all talking about canthal tilt, tilt on your eyes.

And it's men are getting in on it.

A third with them was Oileus, peerless in courage, and well skilled to attack the flying foe when they break the ranks.

Now from Euboea came Canthus, eager for the quest, whom Canethus son of Abas sent; but he was not destined to return to Syrenthus; for fate had ordained that he and Mopsus, skilled in the seer's art, should wander and perish in the furthest ends of Libya.

For no ill is too remote for mortals to incur, seeing that they buried them in Libya, as far from the Colchians as is the space that is seen between the setting and the rising of the sun.

To him Clytius and Iphitus joined themselves, the warders of Ecalia, sons of Eurytus the ruthless, Eurytus to whom the far-shooting god gave his bow; but he had no joy of the gift, for of his own choice he strove even with the giver.

And thus with wet lips one cried to another in his delight: "Strange! in very truth Heracles, though far away, has saved his comrades, fordone with thirst.

Would that we might find him on his way as we pass to the mainland!" So they spake, and those who were ready for this work answered; and they separated this way and that, each starting to search; for by the night winds the footsteps had been effaced where the sand was stirred.

The two sons of Boreas started up, trusting in their wings, and Euphemus relying on swift feet, and Lynceus to cast far his piercing eyes; and with them darted off Canthus, the fifth.

He was urged on by the doom of the gods and his own courage, that he might learn for certain from Heracles where he had left Polyphemus, son of Aeëtes For he was minded to question him on every point concerning his comrade.

A third with them was Oilus, peerless in courage, and well skilled to attack the flying foe when they break the ranks.

Now from Euboea came Canthus, eager for the quest, whom Canethus, son of Abbas, sent.

But he was not destined to return to Serinthus.

For fate had ordained that he and Mopsus, skilled in the seer's art, should wander and perish in the furthest ends of Libya.

So they spake, and those who were ready for this work answered, and they separated this way and that, each starting to search.

For by the night winds the footsteps had been effaced where the sand was stirred.

The two sons of Boreas started up, trusting in their wings, and Euphemus relying on swift feet, and Lynceus to cast far his piercing eyes, and with them darted off Canthus, the fifth.

He was urged on by the doom of the gods and his own courage, that he might learn for certain from Heracles where he had left Polyphemus, son of Elatus.