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SkaiVicier said
You guys are honestly the best group ever <3
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I'M TELLING THE AULANI GUYS YOU DON'T LOVE THEM AS MUCH AS US.
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I'M TELLING THE AULANI GUYS YOU DON'T LOVE THEM AS MUCH AS US.
Fell said
Shots really were fired! Lol-Edit-Btw I am just kind of lurking right now, waiting to interject myself into some part of the story without making a mess >.>
Fuck waiting! Jump on in, stab a dude! Make things crazy!
Warning: I am not liable for any advice you chose to take.
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Posted. Shots have been fired.
Thane's arm had been thoroughly wrapped and the song he was dancing around to like an idiot had just cut off, the next song on his playlist, another Bowie song from the Ziggy era beginning to spill out. "Oh, shut up Ziggy," Thane sighed, thumbing the power button, the song cutting off abruptly. Silence flooded the recently loud room, the silence itself louder than the noise. Silence had always been all encompassing for Thane, it made him go mad. It made him think of the dark void of death that his arm was the key to. The silence rarely lasted long in this camp and that was one of the few things he had come to appreciate about this place. Erin's goofy cat was purring up a storm, content with Thane's presence. The voices of campers trickled in from beyond the door, Erin's standing out distinctly.
"Guess I should head back out, huh?" Thane asked, looking toward the cat who was either sagely nodding or simply nodding off to sleep. Thane chose to believe the former and made his way toward the door, giving the cat a poke to its exposed tummy as he passed by, feeling a paw bat as his hand as he opened the door, stepping back out. "Don't even think of saying a word..." Erin said, drawing a small grin from Thane who couldn't pass up the opportunity to do a little teasing. "Don't say anything about trying to send kids to Tartarus?" Thane asked as he stepped behind her, his hands knuckle deep into his pockets, his thumbs hanging out. His grin quickly faded as he looked back across the crowd, noticing the Ares boy walk away from his cousin, as well as her cheeks which now closer matched the colour of her hair. He wouldn't say anything to her about it. It wasn't his place, but it still bugged the very loving hell out of him seeing his only living family member set herself up for disaster.
A new camper heading towards the Morpheus dorm caught Thane's eyes, giving him a small rush of excitement at having a new family member. Thane's mind began to race, 'Perhaps we'll be able to hit it off. It'd be great to finally have a male family member, someone to talk to abou- Is he? No. Really? Really? He's staring at his sister's ass. I've never been one for parricide, though this new guy's making quite the case for it.' Thane's momentary bloodlust was lost when the oh so familiar voice of Astrid caught his attention, reminding him that there were plenty of people in this world to not be particularly fond of. Her comment toward Syleste reminded him of why he wasn't fond of her. She was always so quick to talk without thinking, even quicker to speak before knowing what she spoke of. Almost counter-intuitive, her being a daughter of Hephaestus and all.
"I pity the fresh blood," Thane sighed, his voice the vocal embodiment of lethargy, as he stepped over toward the pile of swords, bringing a foot down on the nearest blade, "Not even they deserve such poorly crafted paperweights." Thane bent over, picking one up, rotating the blade by the grip before plunging the blade down into the dirt, "It has a hard enough time piercing the dirt." Thane shrugged, turning toward Erin and the son of Hephaestus. "Perhaps one day she'll pick up on either the technical or social skills of yours," He spoke softly, meaning to force Astrid to listen to his final jab. He didn't expect Nick to react poorly to his comment, because Nick was at least familiar with Thane's demeanor by now. Thane had always had a certain admiration for Nick, not due to his ability to live without use of his legs, but for his passion in the art of creation. He chose to say no more, returning to his place behind Erin. They place he felt most comfortable while the sun bore down on him.
"Guess I should head back out, huh?" Thane asked, looking toward the cat who was either sagely nodding or simply nodding off to sleep. Thane chose to believe the former and made his way toward the door, giving the cat a poke to its exposed tummy as he passed by, feeling a paw bat as his hand as he opened the door, stepping back out. "Don't even think of saying a word..." Erin said, drawing a small grin from Thane who couldn't pass up the opportunity to do a little teasing. "Don't say anything about trying to send kids to Tartarus?" Thane asked as he stepped behind her, his hands knuckle deep into his pockets, his thumbs hanging out. His grin quickly faded as he looked back across the crowd, noticing the Ares boy walk away from his cousin, as well as her cheeks which now closer matched the colour of her hair. He wouldn't say anything to her about it. It wasn't his place, but it still bugged the very loving hell out of him seeing his only living family member set herself up for disaster.
A new camper heading towards the Morpheus dorm caught Thane's eyes, giving him a small rush of excitement at having a new family member. Thane's mind began to race, 'Perhaps we'll be able to hit it off. It'd be great to finally have a male family member, someone to talk to abou- Is he? No. Really? Really? He's staring at his sister's ass. I've never been one for parricide, though this new guy's making quite the case for it.' Thane's momentary bloodlust was lost when the oh so familiar voice of Astrid caught his attention, reminding him that there were plenty of people in this world to not be particularly fond of. Her comment toward Syleste reminded him of why he wasn't fond of her. She was always so quick to talk without thinking, even quicker to speak before knowing what she spoke of. Almost counter-intuitive, her being a daughter of Hephaestus and all.
"I pity the fresh blood," Thane sighed, his voice the vocal embodiment of lethargy, as he stepped over toward the pile of swords, bringing a foot down on the nearest blade, "Not even they deserve such poorly crafted paperweights." Thane bent over, picking one up, rotating the blade by the grip before plunging the blade down into the dirt, "It has a hard enough time piercing the dirt." Thane shrugged, turning toward Erin and the son of Hephaestus. "Perhaps one day she'll pick up on either the technical or social skills of yours," He spoke softly, meaning to force Astrid to listen to his final jab. He didn't expect Nick to react poorly to his comment, because Nick was at least familiar with Thane's demeanor by now. Thane had always had a certain admiration for Nick, not due to his ability to live without use of his legs, but for his passion in the art of creation. He chose to say no more, returning to his place behind Erin. They place he felt most comfortable while the sun bore down on him.
DragonBeastMode said
Somewhere in that ball park xD.edit: you guys would even make Venny shocked xD.
I look forward to Thane shocking Venny.
Vicier said
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Vicier said
Hahaha! His gunna go all cheesy again. I can so see something like "Dayum girl... No wonder your dad is the God of sleep, cause you the girl of my dreams" ;P
Maximum cheese/perverseness: "You sure you're not the goddess of sleep? Cause I'd love to sleep with you."
Edit: Forgot to add a .gif
Vicier said
Take your time, we're happy messing round here :D
.gif party!
There ain't no party like a gif party cause a gif party don't stop!
The hellhound seemed to react very severely to Set's scream, reacting wildly, fighting invisible figures, calling out names of the dead. Cyril held on to the beast's mane tightly, his legs clamping down on either side of the beast, his head pressed against the hound's spine. Trying to dismount now would guarantee his being trampled, so now the best he could hope for was that the hound would drop back down onto its paws. The hound roared out "No!", sending a spike of pain through his head, rousing a rather sharp headache along the crown of his skull. Cyril closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as the beast reared up onto its back legs. The wind ripped from his lungs as the beast fell backwards, Cyril's eyes opening wide as he tried to lunge off of the beast, not wanting to be crushed by it.
The ground reached up to embrace him, a dull pan surging through his body. The sudden sound of a branch snapping by Cyril's head, drew his attention, a strange feeling of numbness coursing through his body. His head turned to catch sight of the hellhound's back, the beast in a hellish state, quite possibly on its last legs. "Thane," Cyril nearly screamed, "Bind it now!" His voice cracked as he screamed, his head roaring with pain. Cyril's eyes scoured the surrounding as he tried to stand, a twang like burning fire rippling through him as he found the source of the earlier sound of a snapping branch. His arm had been pinned beneath the beast. "Christ," he growled, punching the beast with his free hand, infuriated with his mistake.
Thane glided forward toward the beast, holding his tome with a single hand while his other reached out toward the beast, the ethereal hand pressing down onto the stomach of the beast, slowly melding into the skin. Ancient runes of languages long dead began to form on the belly of the beast, a white glow emanating from the runes as Thane began to softly whisper words unintelligible to even Cyril and Set. The binding would only work if the hound remained in the throes of death, which it very well seemed to. Once the binding was complete, the beast's body would turn to ash as Thane rends its soul and binds it to Thane's ancient tome.
She growled as the young woman made her approach, wielding a gun and a dagger. The young woman was no threat to the hellhound mother, though she was the one to taint her pups with the filthy scent of a hunter. She was clearly the most experience, the lingering scent of death most prevalent on her, the other hunters being almost nonexistent to her sharp senses. As the hunters began to rally behind the girl hunter, the hellhound's chest shook, a soft laugh emanating from her gaping maw, the laughter growing from a soft chuckle to a roaring cackle as the female hunter seemed to be frustrated by the other hunters stepping forth to join her. She began to move closer to the humans as they gathered around her, snapping her jaws tightly together, the gnashing of her teeth carrying through the forest.
The lead huntress said something that seemed to mimic another human's comment, aiming her gun at the hellhound mother before taking a few shots. The hound roared, jumping to the side, breaking into its charge, feeling a warm feeling flood through her tail and back left thigh, reminding her of a dulled hellfire from the depths of hell. "Let them fight, girl!" The hound screamed, closing the distance swiftly, he flaming orbs locked onto the lead huntress, "Let them die with you!" A crossbow bolt sunk into the ground past her head, the hound taking note of a human in the skies, one that reeked of human, typical of a fresh hunter. That one she would savor after the others, enjoying its soft meat like humans enjoy veal. The hound leaped forward now, practically on top of its hunters, her massive paws outstretched toward the humans, curved obsidian claws like sickles reaching out to them. She will stain the forest red before the humans touch her pups again.
The ground reached up to embrace him, a dull pan surging through his body. The sudden sound of a branch snapping by Cyril's head, drew his attention, a strange feeling of numbness coursing through his body. His head turned to catch sight of the hellhound's back, the beast in a hellish state, quite possibly on its last legs. "Thane," Cyril nearly screamed, "Bind it now!" His voice cracked as he screamed, his head roaring with pain. Cyril's eyes scoured the surrounding as he tried to stand, a twang like burning fire rippling through him as he found the source of the earlier sound of a snapping branch. His arm had been pinned beneath the beast. "Christ," he growled, punching the beast with his free hand, infuriated with his mistake.
Thane glided forward toward the beast, holding his tome with a single hand while his other reached out toward the beast, the ethereal hand pressing down onto the stomach of the beast, slowly melding into the skin. Ancient runes of languages long dead began to form on the belly of the beast, a white glow emanating from the runes as Thane began to softly whisper words unintelligible to even Cyril and Set. The binding would only work if the hound remained in the throes of death, which it very well seemed to. Once the binding was complete, the beast's body would turn to ash as Thane rends its soul and binds it to Thane's ancient tome.
She growled as the young woman made her approach, wielding a gun and a dagger. The young woman was no threat to the hellhound mother, though she was the one to taint her pups with the filthy scent of a hunter. She was clearly the most experience, the lingering scent of death most prevalent on her, the other hunters being almost nonexistent to her sharp senses. As the hunters began to rally behind the girl hunter, the hellhound's chest shook, a soft laugh emanating from her gaping maw, the laughter growing from a soft chuckle to a roaring cackle as the female hunter seemed to be frustrated by the other hunters stepping forth to join her. She began to move closer to the humans as they gathered around her, snapping her jaws tightly together, the gnashing of her teeth carrying through the forest.
The lead huntress said something that seemed to mimic another human's comment, aiming her gun at the hellhound mother before taking a few shots. The hound roared, jumping to the side, breaking into its charge, feeling a warm feeling flood through her tail and back left thigh, reminding her of a dulled hellfire from the depths of hell. "Let them fight, girl!" The hound screamed, closing the distance swiftly, he flaming orbs locked onto the lead huntress, "Let them die with you!" A crossbow bolt sunk into the ground past her head, the hound taking note of a human in the skies, one that reeked of human, typical of a fresh hunter. That one she would savor after the others, enjoying its soft meat like humans enjoy veal. The hound leaped forward now, practically on top of its hunters, her massive paws outstretched toward the humans, curved obsidian claws like sickles reaching out to them. She will stain the forest red before the humans touch her pups again.
Vicier said
AHHHHHHHHHH!!! I've been nominated for the Ice Bucket Challenge!!!!!
EVEN WORSE; YOU TRIPLE POSTED!
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