[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/dd0461de-8cb3-42c1-9c8b-1f4609b78398.png[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: 
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A sudden wash of emotion rolled over him. Calming, soothing, presence that helped to stamp down his anger towards Nancy, towards the situation, and allowed him to think more clearly. This had nothing to do with approval, and everything to do with their attitudes and how they'd responded. Demi had offered to help them in their duty, to do what he knew to be wrong, just to extend an olive branch to the Romans. Yet they spat in his face. Even now it seemed as though they couldn't grasp why any of this had happened. He pitied them really. Ignoring Kieras protests and half views on what had even transpired. He closed the distance between him and Nancy, slowly letting her down from his grasp in the shadows.

[Color=6666FF]”That's where you're wrong and we differ Nancy. I do regret attacking you, and I thank Niah for her timely intervention. I can't say what I might’ve done if my judgement continued to be clouded.”[/color] Demetri watched as his boyfriend left them. Heading to be by himself while everyone else was left to sort themselves out more or less. [Color=6666FF]”You've clearly got this handled and don't want or need my help to escort. So go about your [i]duty[/i]. I'll be…somewhere.”[/color] Demi said as he began to walk away. He shifted, wishing to be a bird in flight but instead landing on an Emu. At least they had incredible running speeds. So he did. He ran, bolting towards Zeus Cabin.