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    Morgan Landry
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    Post by Morgan Landry 5/26/2015, 3:52 pm

    The waters of the stream were clean and transparent so Aria decided to stop there for a moment, kicking her shoes off to plunge her feet into the icy water. She let it wash over her skin and gave content sigh -- after five days of running around after monsters, her feet hurt quite a bit and she was grateful for the cold relief. Her clothes, a white shirt and silvery camouflage trousers, were sticking to her shimmering form and her black hair was wild, the white streak falling between her eyebrows.
    Heaving her backpack off her sore shoulders, she gathered water in her hands and splashed it on her face, the cold reviving the pores of her skin. She batted her eyelids once and already the world seemed clearer -- sharper. Icier. She could feel everything perfectly from the shape of the thickets to the whisper of the pebbles at the bottom of the stream. The wind laid on her tongue the taste of the faintest herbs and musks, which gathered against her palate to mix with the other aromas of the forest: pine, bark, leaves, sap, wild mushrooms, earth, ferns and bugs, lizards and wildflowers. It felt like a thick syrup in the back of her mouth, both sweet and disgustingly foul.
    Suddenly, she tensed. Something was coming... It was not a deer but it was too tall to be rabbit or a raccoon. The sounds of the breaking undergrowth told her it was walking on two legs... she smelled hair, dirty skin, and something else... wolf musk. Perking up, she turned around and faced the coming creature, curious to see what would come out of the thicket.


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    Post by jake. 5/27/2015, 4:30 am

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    horace - jupiter - thirteen

    horace archibald maximum trudged forwards through the woods, cursing as he did so. he had gotten whacked upside the head with rebel branches and twigs multiple times, and the bruises on his arms and knees were visible enough to prove that. he cursed loudly again and stepped out into an open place, with a stream or river flowing through the middle. horace's eyes widened, and he slung his tattered olds grey backpack off of his scarred shoulder. thats when he saw the girl.

    unlike him, she looked healthy and happy; with silky black hair and beautiful eyes. instantly he went into battle stance. he tapped the bracelet on his wrist three times in a row, and a golden spear appeared in his right hand. the air was charged with ozone immediately, and you could sense the electricity crackle around the tip. blue flashes of light came from the spears head, and horace gave the girl a hard stare. "w-who're you?" the son of jupiter asked the girl. "are you human?" stupid. horace thought. if she was a monster, she'd say she was human anyways, wouldn't she? lupa's training had cut horace up pretty badly, but he wasn't a lanky young boy anymore --  in the seven weeks of non-stop training, he had gained in so much muscle you could think he was sixteen if you didn't focus all too much. he could feel static energy rippling at his fingertips. he clenched the spear handle tightly and scowled. "my name is horace and i'm a son of-" hold up. horace was not supposed to tell monsters he was the son of pretty much the most powerful god around. that would perk up it's intrest. but if this wasn't a monster... then... what the heck was she? she looked like some sort of hunte- oh. she was one of them. lupa had told him all about the hunters of artemis.  horace remembered thinking how stupid it was to give up life at camp jupiter and dating just for... being immortal. well, okay. horace would probably give up life at camp jupiter for immortality. buuuut... not the dating part. horace flirts 4 lyfe. or something. he stares at her for a few seconds before straightening up a little. "you a hunter of artemis?" he murmurs.
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    Post by Morgan Landry 5/27/2015, 2:43 pm

    OOC: If he's Roman he shouldn't say hunter of Artemis but Hunter of Diana :p

    BIC: [color=silver]A boy. A teen boy; he looked a bit younger than her with his full cheeks and soft skin but he already had enough brawn to make him seem a couple of years older. Aria would've sighed and turned away if not for the fact that he reminded her of something. Tilting her head, she let her gaze brush him up and down, stopping on his blonde hair, his piercing blue eyes, his wounds and most of all... the spear. It was crackling with electricity, but he wasn't affected. A son of Zeus?

    No. The spear was glowing gold.

    "Son of Jupiter," she whispered before looking back into his eyes. He was about as tall as her, maybe an inch less. "Yes, I'm a servant of the lady Artemis," she replied with calm, her gaze intense as she searched his eyes. "And you're my brother."
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