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Post by Drew Strify on Aug 27, 2008 10:42:19 GMT -5
This is bad, so, so bad!
The boy hurtled up towards the hill, his face pale and his eyes wide. Strange eyes they were: Bright, cobalt in colour, almost glowing... but the depth of their pupils were cold and unnerving, as thought a dark fire raged within.
In the early sunset, Drew was already beginning to feel tired. He was a night person, the day was more weakening than it's alter-ego. His shoulder-length brown-blond hair hung in lazy tendrils as he hurriedly sped across the dry soil - the grass brown beneath his feet and of the path he had come.
Turning sharply back the way he had come, the teen stared down at the creature stalking him. Both boy and animal were panting heavily, one from sheer exhaustion, whilst the other from deprived hunger.
Grabbing a fallen branch besides the roots of a pine tree, Drew braced himself once more - wincing at the pain from a deep wound on his upperarm. Three strokes - claw marks fading crimson droplets into his skin.
Please, help me... he prayed to an unknown deity. Now was one of the few times he hoped someone was actually up there - watching over him. He was going to die up here, and his mother wouldn't know anything about it.
Four metres.
C'mon, uh, God? I could do with a bit of help, y'know...
Two metres.
Drew tightened his grasp on the branch, it's dark wood causing splinters to pierce the palm of his hands.
One metre.
There was nothing left. No help coming. No saviour. Just some foul, oversized hound ready for it's supper. He could feel it's hot breath against his skin. He could smell the rotten stench of it's fur, as if blood was caked in all the strands. It was both that were causing him to gag in disgust and sickening as he swung the branch towards the creatures head. |
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Post by Felicity McGregor on Aug 27, 2008 11:17:58 GMT -5
Felicity was taking one of her jogs around camp to run off some of her unneeded energy before she hit the pillow. A beautiful sunset was in process spilling vibrant oranges, pinks, and purples in the sky, accompanied by a light breeze that tousled her black hair sending it back into her face. She passed campers here and there, but as she neared Half-Blood Hill there didn't seem to be anyone in sight-just the way she liked it-but her peaceful outing faded as her eyes caught what was happening.
Hurriedly she sprinted uphill to the side of a boy-about her age she guessed. He had a stick in hand, obviously ready to attack the monster outside the barrier and blood dripping from a wound. Before he could make a fool of himself and bait the monster on even more she yanked him backwards by the forearm, dragging him to the other side of the pine.
She would have enjoyed taking her sword to the Hellhound, but she restrained herself lucky to be protected by he Golden Fleece hanging in he branches above; she'd have to go get somebody else to take care of it-her alone wouldn't suffice.
Turning her attention on the boy she arched her brows. "What are you stupid?" she asked, eyeing the stick. "But I guess that doesn't matter now does it? The damage has been done and to my luck it has been done to you." Okay, so maybe she was being a little harsh, obviously he was new and all, but come on, at least none of the much needed residents of camp had suffered any injuries.~
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Post by Drew Strify on Aug 27, 2008 11:41:54 GMT -5
With a short yell of shock, and a tight grip around his forearm, Drew was pulled clear. Clear? He was simply pulled past the pine tree, how was he possibly clear? The dog could simply bound past and grab the both of them. Two for the price of one.
Instead, the beast begun patrolling a tight straight inline with the tree. Why is it not attacking us? he frowned, his brows low with confusion. Deciding that he could probably take his gaze away from the foul creature, he focused on the girl besides him. This girl that had 'saved-his-life'.
Yeah, right.
"What are you stupid? But I guess that doesn't matter now does it? The damage has been done and to my luck it has been done to you."
Swallowing his natural instinct of anger, Drew glowered back at her, his eyes flaring with unspoken displeasure. "I was doing fine before you came along. I mean, jeesh, it's only a dog, what harm could it possibly do?" he hissed defiantly, throwing the stick to the ground and turning around.
A small, short gasp caught in his throat. What was this? Some movie set ready for it's actors? Wet lips parted slightly in silent awe as the teen ran a stained hand through his hair in disbelief. "What is this?" he muttured quietly, raising an eyebrow at some weird goat-person at the bottom of the hill. |
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Post by Felicity McGregor on Aug 27, 2008 12:11:13 GMT -5
"I was doing fine before you came along. I mean, jeesh, it's only a dog, what harm could it possibly do?"
Felicity rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine? Dear gods, you were doing nothing close to fine, buddy. If you had attacked you would have been road kill. Like a stick would even do as much as inflict any pain on a Hellhound," she scoffed. For a moment she forgot he was new to this, but that still didn't make her feel guilty of his current situation.
Sighing she slumped against the tree. "Well, for starters, it could have just ripped you in half, buddy-boy. You should be grateful I rescued your sorry excuse for a member of the male society!" She prodded his chest with her index finger, instantly backing away once more as the smell of blood stung her nostrils.
"What is this?"
Swiveling her attention to what he was indicating she noticed a satyr some paces away, lyre in hand and all of camp set out before them. "It's Camp Half-Blood-of course-and that’s a satyr, but that’s not the problem. Anyways, aren't you here because of 'your demigod status' and what not?" ~
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Post by Drew Strify on Aug 27, 2008 13:06:15 GMT -5
"Fine? Dear gods, you were doing nothing close to fine, buddy. If you had attacked you would have been road kill. Like a stick would even do as much as inflict any pain on a Hellhound,"
"A Hellhound?" he repeated quietly, glancing back at the vanishing creature with uncertainty. He could remember something about a hellhound from one of the tales his mom used to read to him when he was a kid. They didn't exsist.
"Well, for starters, it could have just ripped you in half, buddy-boy. You should be grateful I rescued your sorry excuse for a member of the male society!"
Drew sneered darkly as she prodded him in the chest, growling in an almost animal-like manner. "Oh, but, you'd be fine out there with that thing, would you?" he mocked harshly, not taking the tone he was been spoken to in such a friendly manner.
"It's Camp Half-Blood-of course-and that’s a satyr, but that’s not the problem. Anyways, aren't you here because of 'your demigod status' and what not?"
Right. This made perfect sense. Hellhounds, a Satyr, Camp half-blood... perfect sense. Well, he could understand the Camp's name, already, he had lost a fair amount of blood thanks to a certain flea-ridden beast.
"My what?" the teen asked, racking his brain for anything to do with a 'demigod'. No good, he didn't do to well in class, afterall. He had perfect reasons. One, the others members of his high school avoided him and made fun of his loneliness. Two, he suffured a mild case of Dyslexia, meaning he couldn't write/read very well. And three, he really, really, didn't want to learn about geography and the pythagoras theory.
"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm here because I got kicked out. My mom didn't want me around anymore, said I was causing too much trouble. I left a few days ago. Like I said, I as doing fine until you showed up - that mutt has been following me around for days," he sighed, wandering a bit futher down the hill to try and figure out if he was dreaming or not.
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Post by Felicity McGregor on Aug 27, 2008 18:05:02 GMT -5
"Oh, but, you'd be fine out there with that thing, would you?"
Flipping her hair nonchalantly she grinned. "For the most part, yeah. It's just not wise to take on a monster by yourself," she replied. "I'm surprised you actually survived."
"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm here because I got kicked out. My mom didn't want me around anymore, said I was causing too much trouble. I left a few days ago. Like I said, I was doing fine until you showed up - that mutt has been following me around for days."
She bit her lip perhaps feeling a tad guilty at the circumstances he had come here in. After all she considered herself lucky. Coming from a home with a loving mom and step-father, she was practically pampered growing up an only child. And unlike most campers who had no choice, but to stay all year round she had gave up the chance to visit her family during the winter season so she could get more sword practice in. One would say she was slightly selfish.
Catching up with him as he retreated down the hill she met his strides, glancing up at him nervously. "I'm sorry about your mom alright, but I still think you would be lost without me," she added hopefully to lighten the mood. But, she thought it was weird a Hellhound would be on his trail for so many days-the same one. He must have a strong scent which made her curious as to who his god parent was.
"But we should really get that wound looked at, I don't need you passing out at any minute," she said.~
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Post by Drew Strify on Aug 28, 2008 6:38:45 GMT -5
"For the most part, yeah. It's just not wise to take on a monster by yourself... I'm surprised you actually survived."
Grinning lightly, the teen shook his head with a minor amusement. In all honesty, he was used to being mocked. Sure, it bothered him, but he could restrain his anger with iron chains against it. "Me too..." he sighed quietly, glancing down at his bleeding arm.
Drew's exotic gaze trailed upwards towards the vastly setting sun. He knew he would feel better once night came, rather, he hoped he would. It's how it normally happened. When he fell down as a kid, perhaps grazed his knee or something, he go through the usual business with it. Before their disputes, his mom would hug him, tell him it wasn't very bad, and then let him go off to bed. When the morning came, he could remember numerous counts of waking up and not being able to find the cut or scratch - as if it never happenned.
He was just a night person, he guessed... with good health for injury.
Distracted from his thoughts as she caught him up, Drew shrugged casually as her words, "Don't be. It's not like I was doing her any good by being around. Quite frankly, I can take care of myself." Okay, so his anger was subsiding now that they were moving away from the Hellhound and pine.
"But we should really get that wound looked at, I don't need you passing out at any minute."
Nodding slowly, one question was still nagging at the back of the blond's mind. This girl was going on about monsters, and satyrs, and all things he knew were only faerie tales. "So, who are you? You mentioned 'demigod' but that means you're only half-human. I mean, there's no such thing... You can either be a human or an animal, not both, not anything else," he asked her quietly, shoving his good hand into his jeans pocket and shooting her a final gaze.
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Post by Felicity McGregor on Aug 29, 2008 11:34:53 GMT -5
"So, who are you? You mentioned 'demigod' but that means you're only half-human. I mean, there's no such thing... You can either be a human or an animal, not both, not anything else."
Felicity thought for a moment, debating whether or not she should be the one to enlighten him on 'demigods' and whatnot. Usually that was up to the staff, but it couldn't hurt? She was eager to overwhelm and confuse him. Stretching her arms in the slightly chilly breeze-fall around the corner-she sighed and looked up at the now pastel purple sky.
"First of all I'm Felicity, humble daughter of Hermes," she said, shifting her posture to that of one emitting pride. "And obviously there's more than being mortal and animal because I for one am part god, Greek god to be exact-and so are you." Quickly she shot him a glance, trying to glimpse his reaction before continuing. "You see the Greek gods still exist today, following western civilization and yada-yada, but so, anyway they just love having kids with mortals and thus we are born-half-bloods, demigods, heroes. So, we basically get chased by monsters, thrown into Camp Half-Blood for being such a destruction to the mortal realm and living the rest of our life to learn battle techniques, go on missions for our parents and if we're lucky live past or teens."
Shrugging her shoulders, she ran a hand through her hair. "But that back there was a Hellhound, one of those pesky monsters. Not a very strong one in my opinion, but can still rip you a new one. But, there's no need to worry. Nothing unwanted can get inside the camp's boundaries." ~
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Post by Drew Strify on Aug 29, 2008 13:21:07 GMT -5
"First of all I'm Felicity, humble daughter of Hermes.... And obviously there's more than being mortal and animal because I for one am part god, Greek god to be exact-and so are you."
Nodding as she told him her name, Drew's expression quickly became one of frustration as she went on to name herself daughter of Hermes. He scoffed lightly on hearing herself be called 'humble'. He did not call someone who yelled at you on first greeting, humble. "How are you even sure that I'm some freakish demigod, like you?" he snapped, putting aside his disbelief in the very idea to try and get a grasp with what was going on.
The teen had a driving suspiscion that she was working on behalf of some of his old classmates, tricking him and mocking him. He imagined that if he showed belief in her words, many a gang were going to jump out from behind the bushes - or perhaps from their satyr costumes and torment him silly.
He was far to wary to let that happen.
"You see the Greek gods still exist today, following western civilization and yada-yada, but so, anyway they just love having kids with mortals and thus we are born-half-bloods, demigods, heroes. So, we basically get chased by monsters, thrown into Camp Half-Blood for being such a destruction to the mortal realm and living the rest of our life to learn battle techniques, go on missions for our parents and if we're lucky live past or teens."
Growling quietly, Drew crossed his arms over chest - his one uncovered arm feeling the chill of the breeze as it stung his wound. He was starting to feel drowsy from all this talk, and he guessed the loss of blood probably wasn't helping him out. His shoulder-length blond hair wavered softly as he stared at her through onyx-blue eyes.
"So basically," he started, still frowning with a single eyebrow raised, "You're telling me, that some big shot up above decided to go fool around with my mom. Some guy, that is probably like... I don't know... a million years old? So now, you want me to stay in this circus with you and a bunch of other kids who go around thinking they're Heracles?" he sneered, resting against a Greek building and closing his eyes slightly in annoyance.
Hoping the pain would pass if he stayed out of the dim sunlight.
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Post by Felicity McGregor on Aug 30, 2008 7:34:35 GMT -5
"You're telling me, that some big shot up above decided to go fool around with my mom. Some guy, that is probably like... I don't know... a million years old? So now, you want me to stay in this circus with you and a bunch of other kids who go around thinking they're Heracles?"
Felicity pursed her lips as she set her hands firmly on her hips. "Nobody wants to be like Heracles, he was a stiff...anyways, yeah, that's basically the gist of it," she concluded. "Although, I wonder who your parent is?" Eyeing him warily she tried to find some giveaway, but you couldn't really decipher anything from their appearance, it was mostly personality.
As she went over the possibilities in her head she shuddered when she came to Hermes-that would be a nightmare. "But you’re not as cool as me..." she mumbled to herself, arching her brows. “And you're not hot enough to be from Apollo...Dionysus is a perfect match!" she exclaimed, clapping a hand on his shoulder and then mumbling a not so guilty apology after forgetting he was still wounded.
"But we should really get you to the infirmary," she continued, stifling a yawn. "You have delayed me in my run." ~
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Post by Drew Strify on Aug 30, 2008 8:08:33 GMT -5
Smirking ever-so softly at her insult of Heracles, Drew nodded in small approval as he leant lazily against the pillar. In the shade he was starting to feel less of the pain from the drying wound - but his head was heavy with the rush. Opening his eyes slightly with an eyebrow raised, he sighed loftily as she tried to guess his 'parent'. He already knew what had happened to his father, well, his mom had told him simply that he'd died a month or so before Drew was born. He didn't need any new crackpot telling him he was actually his father.
"But you’re not as cool as me... And you're not hot enough to be from Apollo...Dionysus is a perfect match!"
"Dionysus?" he scoffed, grimacing as she clapped a hand to his shoulder. "I'd rather be stuck with someone like Ares, y'know, I'd love to be related to someone... like... tha-" he trailed off, raising a hand to his head and groaning lightly.
"But we should really get you to the infirmary. You have delayed me in my run."
Growling quietly, he shook his head in protest - lead-headed and dizzy. "...Y-You, always care.... about... y-yourself....?" he muttured, slipping down the wall and blacking out bit-by-bit.
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