OOC: I invited Taco to post with us, because his character Solitude has a special link with Lakisha; I hope it doesn't bother you too much. So we'll have a posting order : Victroce, Morgan, Taco.
Oh, and Victroce, please put in the topic title that it's a private one.
BIC:
The moon was still up in the sky when Lakisha woke up.
She always woke up early, it had always been a habit of hers. She couldn't understand people who could sleep until 11am.
She stayed some moments staring at the bunk over her, retracing the lines of the wood with her eyes. Finally, she pushed her ice blue duvet back and swung her legs out of her bed. She silently jumped to the ground, careful not to wake anybody up; the whole Chione cabin was still asleep. She got sight of Cassiopeia, breathing regularly, one arm hanging out of her bed.
Trying to make as less sound as possible, she opened the trunk under the bunk bed and took out her clothes: black leggings with a black shirt she used for biathlon. Holding them, she disappeared into the bathroom and switched the light on only when she had closed and locked the door.
Lakisha put her new clothes on the ground, and took off her silver-colored nightgown. The delicate silk slid softly off her skin.
She took a quick, ice-cold shower, making the vivid water gush on her face in order to fully wake up.
Then, she dried herself with a white towel, and put her clothes on. Since the leggings and the shirt were black and sheathing her body, it looked like she was wearing an overall.
Lakisha combed her hair slowly, brushing it into a mass of dark auburn fur, then braided it, removing every single strain from her face. After that, she put her usual artistic make-up on: she painted brown lines parting from her cheekbones, so it looked like they were branches running on the side of her face.
Satisfied with her appearance, Lakisha shut the light down, unlocked the door and went outside. She neatly folded her nightgown and put it on her bed, then put black leather boots on, and attached her leg- and arm pieces with the leather straps. At first, she had wanted to put them on under her clothes so they would not shine under the moon light, but it was uncomfortable, since the leather straps sometimes cut into the skin or irritated it. She took out a hunt knife as well and attached it on her left thigh.
Finally, she took Chrymos, her weapon, still in form of a tiny ice pick, and went outside.
The cold air blew into her face and she closed her eyes in delight. Yes, frostiness. What an enchantment.
She turned her weapon into a bow, and a quiver full of her arrows appeared on her back, attached by a leather strap running across her chest. She tightened the strap a little bit, and checked her arrows. All consisted of fine, light wood with flat, sharp edge of celestial bronze. The edges were not shaped in the classical pointed form, but were designed like the Persian arrows: a bit rectangular, and were composed of motives that looked like barbed wire. The purpose of those arrows was that, should the victim still be alive and trying to take the arrow out of its body, it would tear as much flesh with it as possible.
Lakisha loved her arrows.
She crossed the cabins's courtyard and went to the edge of the forest. There, she uttered a light whistle. Some moments after, a shape silently ran over to her.
"Hello, Salomo," she whispered and stroked the head of the eurasian lynx.
The winter was almost finished, but the lynx still had its white and grey fur, that shone silvery in the moonlight. His eyes were fully amber-colored, except for the black slits of his pupils. He purred as the daughter of Chione stroked his flanks, showing his sharp fangs a bit. Lakisha loved his ears, they were soft and delicate, and always in movement. She bent down to kiss one ear, then rose again.
With her lynx at her side, she walked into the forest.
Victroce had given her a rendez-vous at Zeus's Fist, which was somewhere a lot of demigods gave rendez-vous for hunting.
Lakisha knew the way by heart and could even retrace it in the darkness of the night.
The fresh scent of pine trees were delicious to the young woman, and the earthly smell that came from the ground made her dizzy. Yet, her mismatched blue and green eyes were constantly moving, attentive to the slightest sign of movement between the dark and knotty forms of the trees. She tried to be as silent as possible when she pushed the low branches aside, and took out her hunt knife. Technically, it couldn't be considered her own weapon, but she had asked a fellow Hephaestus kid to make it only for her hunting. Because since her weapon could turn either into a bow or a dagger, and not both at the same time, it was risky to go into the forest when a monster could easily backstab one, or when the monster was too close to shoot an arrow.
Increasing pace, she jumped with agility over the warped roots and dodged effortlessly the wild branches. Some were accidentally scratching her face, but it was very, very minor. Lakisha was close, she knew, to the Old Titan Cabin, and it made her feel uneasy.
Titans.
Those people are torn, she thought. It was time to erase whatever they said. Their false promises. Their lies.
But what about Gaea? She still hadn't sorted out whether she should join her mother or fight with the Olympians.
Finally, she arrived at Zeus's Fist, a pile of stones that gave those who stood on it a good view of the forest.
She spotted Victroce, already waiting for her, but his mastiff had already scented them. Salomo hissed a little, his ears flat against his skull, but Lakisha put a calming hand on his back, and he relaxed a bit.
"Χάιρε!" she said in a murmured call, greeting him in Ancient Greek.
She quickly climbed the rocks with suppleness and stood next to him. He was painted like a celtic warrior, which contrasted with his greek armor. He had several weapons, making Lakisha feel a little vulnerable. She only had her bow, arrows, and a knife. Should they be found by a monster, he would be the best prepared to answer the attack.
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by Victroce Malitie 4/2/2013, 4:09 pm
