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I was sleeping on a branch on a large tree, with my two extremely loyal wolf-dogs curled at the bottom.

Jill came walking---no, came literally skipping around carrying a large canvas. A colorful Bird chirped as it followed her, flying low. Her wild black hair made odd curls that stuck in unusual places and she had the brightest smile on Earth. She also carried a backpack with paint and brushes, old and worn, a light blue shade. She looked happy, but most of the time she only looked happy. However, she wanted to paint some forest and she would paint her forest. As she walked, she didn't notice the boy asleep by the tree and tripped over his legs, falling over. Her canvas flying from her hand far from her and her Bird squeaking. She also squeaked as she fell. "Oof!" She said, moaning in pain for meeting the ground so ungracefully. She then noticed the boy. She blushed brightly. "Oh my gods! I'm so so sorry!"

I opened my eye quickly and my hands immediately flew to the twin scimitars on my back, but then I saw it was a girl and I relaxed. "No problem. It's my fault." I stood up and reached out my hand to help her up. "My name's Fenyx." I said. "And these are Luna and Venator." I said, gesturing to my dogs with my other hand.

Jill was still blushing. She got nervous pretty quick around boys and her australian accent would get thick in seconds. "H-hi mate..." She stood up awkwardly and looked at the dogs, smiling kindly. She liked animals. "So sorry for that. I am really a bit clumsy hehehehe....." She said, laughing nervously. She then blinked, remembering. "What are my manners! My name is Jill and this" She pointed to her Bird. "Is Warhol."

I smiled. "Nice to meet you. And nice accent too. It's cute." I said smiling. For some reason, around this girl I couldn't stop smiling.

Jill blushed. Cute? No one ever thought it was cute. They only ignored it or made fun of her. Her blush surely deepened after the compliment, which would make her most gorgeous piece with red paint jealous. "A-aah... Thanks. It's all Down-under has to offer for me." She smiled bright, a hand messing her own locks. She looked into Fenyx's eyes and decided to play fun, to gain a friendship or not make him angry. She blinked and her black eyes turned aqua blue, the color of a clean swimpool.

I smiled. "No need to be nervous. I don't bite." I said. Realizing she probably wasn't going to notice my hand trying to help her up, I stepped forwards, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up gently. "So, who's your godly parent?" I asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

Jill surely was to get up on her own, but Fenyx was too forward. He pulled her up and she squeaked, her balance failing her miserably and she crashed onto him, leaning with her full body against the older boy. She blushed terribly, her face going entirely red. "Eeeek! S-s-so sorry!" She jerked away from him, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. "h-H-hm....My mother is Iris....." She hummed, calming herself down. She took a deep breath. "Yours....?"

"No problem." I said smiling. "My mother is Hecate, goddess of magic." I said. I held out my hand and ignited a small fire made of pure darkness in the palm of my hand. "So, got any powers or weapons?" I asked, unsheathing my scimitars and jamming them hilt-deep into the ground.

ooc: 3-4 lines sweetie. I like detailing with Jill.



Jill was baffled. She smiled wide and bright at the fire. "So cool---!" Her exclamation was cut by the movement of his weapons, and she squeaked, Her heart pounding a bit. Not another kid who just wanted to fight. "M-mate, slow down. I'll show you all I got." She sighed and closed her eyes, concentrating. That trick was difficult but she'd make it. Once she opened again, her eyes were flashing different colors at every second, red, blue, green, yellow, pink, purple, White, grey, black, brown, hazel.... She smiled sweetly.

My eyes widened at her eyes. "Woah. Cool. I wasn't trying to scare you or fight you or anything. I was just testing something." I twisted my blades and simultaneously pulle dthem out of the ground. I sheathed them on my back. There was a hole in the ground, made by my blades. It was about 6 inches wide and at the bottom there was a rock. And it was cracked in two places. "Yep. My swords can crack rocks." I said. I was still mesmerized by her eyes. "Your eyes are beautiful." I said.

"Rocks? How amusing! I thought the blade would break and stuff...." But the compliment hit her and she was blushing again. She smiled weakly and willed her eyes back to normal, the dull black. "Because they can change colors they are kinda fun. They have nothing of special, really." Jill sighed, crossing her arms over her chest, wondering if she was really pretty at all. She had fallen hard for a child of Hypnos but he seemed so absent....It wasn't like he really did like her at all. But she had been in love and it hurt and only helped with making her self-steem worse which made her paint and smile more to fake any sadness or see glee in simple things.
Jill was thinking too much, looking away. For quite few minutes, silent.

OOC:Sorry to interupt but he is a child of Hecate and you said Hypnos

ooc: I know. Jill was in love with a Hypnos boy. I just mentioned it

I smiled. "Well, Stygian Iron doesn't break too easily." When she sighed I got worried. "Are you alright?" I asked nervously. I was extremely scared that she disliked me because of what I said. I was starting to like like her and I wanted her to like me back. I started absentmindedly stroking my dogs like I always did when I was nervous. Many thoughts started running through my mind. I thought of something and hurridly reached up. Good, my hood was still on, so it wasn't the fact that I had one eye.

Jill snapped back into reality, with a bright smile. She often did that. "Oh! Sorry, spaced out. I'm alright, don't worry." She nodded happily and remembered her canvas. She blinked and looked around. "I was carrying a canvas when I tripped over you...Now I can't find it." She whined, pouting slightly. She glanced at the Bird flying around her and smiled. "Warhol haven't seen it either." She frowned. She needed that canvas to paint.

I blushed a little bit and made sure my hood was covering my face. I thought about it for a moment and stood up. I walked behind a nearby tree and smiled. I bent down and picked up a canvas. I stood back up and walked back over to Jill. "This it?" I asked her, smiling. I handed it back to her. "So... you like painting?" I ask, trying to strike up a conversation. I was still petting my dogs, who had walked over to me and curled up next to me.

Jill smiled wide. "It is! Oh thank you!" She nodded quickly. Then she sat down by the trunk of the tree, humming slightly. Her Bird flew into the tree. "I do love it. Maybe that's the one thing I really do right." SHe chuckled softly. As she sat down, she already had a pencil on her hand, and was sketching the forest around her quickly, with incredible precision and talent.

I looked over at her sketching and my eyes widened. "You're really good! The only thing I'm good at is fighting and hunting..." I sighed, feeling an overwhelming urge to eat some of the raw meat stashed in his back pocket, but resisting because he didn't want to scare her. I heard a high-pitched screech and narrowed my eyes, looking upwards. I saw a hawk swooping in with it's razor-sharp claws spread, swooping straight for the girl's bird. My body tensed because I didn't want anything that might upset Jill, so I drew my one large sword and jumped up quickly, hanging on to the tree with one arm and swinging my blade, slicing the bird cleanly in half, and causing it's body to fly straight over Jill and land several feet away.

Jill hummed in delight at the comment. "You're a sweet, Fenyx." She said with a kind smile and squeaked as he jumped to the tree and she heard a noise, a screech of a Bird dying. Her stomach turned a bit. She disliked harming people and animals overall. Monsters, if necessary. What happened? "F-fenyx?" She asked, putting the pencil down and looking up. She sounded scared.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I sheathed my 6 ft long sword on my back and jumped off of the tree. I landed on the ground crouching and stood up. I looked at Jill and said "I'm sorry about that. It was heading straight for your bird right there and I didn't want anything to happen that might make you upset." I said softly. He was now certain that she was going to run away screaming, because he noticed that as he jumped onto the tree, his hood came off revealing his scar and his one eye.

Jill shuddered but nodded. "T-thanks for ensuring the safety of Warhol." She wasn't sure why did he want to protect her or not upset her so much having just met her, but her thoughts were blown off her mind as she saw his face. She gasped, canvas falling on the grass and her eyes going huge. Her bottom lip quivered. She had never seen someone without na eye before, face to face. And it scared her a bit. But she wasn't to question, nor judge.

I saw her eyes go wide and her lip quiver, so I hurriedly pulled my hood back on and tore a piece of black cloth off of my shirt and wrapped it around my eye socket. I pulled my long black and silver trench-coat on and sighed. "I'm sorry you saw my face." I crouched down and picked up her fallen canvas, standing back up slowly and handing it back to her.

Jill got the canvas slowly but instead, put it down. She walked to him, pulling on a brave face, and ran her thumb gently where the emtpy socket was, over the fabric he had put there. Her eyes were calm and gentle, not scared. She felt a bit of pity for him. "...Don't be sorry. It doesn't change who you are." She whispered kindly, awfully close and unaware of personal space. She smiled a bit. "Thank you. For protecting Warhol. No one would."

I smiled softly. She was the only person who had ever said anything like that before. Most other people just yelled or screamed and called me a freak, while other ran away, while others completely started ignoring me. My heart lifted and I felt an extremely large surge of emotion flow through me and it took all of my self-control not to kiss her right then and there. "Thank-you." I whispered. "You are the only person who has ever said anything like that before." I said softly, smiling.