Vicier

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

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Lord Dionysus and Chiron

Obstacle Course ~ Camp Half-Blood

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Frowning heavily up at the pair that seemed to be all but ignoring his request that they join them on the unmoving ground, Dionysus narrowed his eyes slightly, watching them for but a few moments before his attention was pulled away, the bored expression upon his already weary features never changing as he knowingly, and oh so obviously chose to completely ignore the small group of saytrs that hurried forward, multiple cans of diet coke held high within their hands as they offered them up to the God himself.

“Mr. Carpenter… I assure you that you are going to want to pay extra close attention to what it is that both Chiron and I have to tell you…”

His dark gaze gliding lazily over the stands, it came to a stop, his eyes seeming to single out and bare down into Alan’s; the God holding the action for what felt like a lifetime before he tore his attention away once more, letting it wander as he reached out, taking hold of one of the many cans that was being offered to him.

Clearing his throat, and stepping forward so that he was able to stand side by side with the camp’s director, Chiron brought both his hands together in front of his body, his head held high and his tail flicking lightly behind him as the gravity of the whole situation seemed to weigh down on him, causing him to seem older than he actually was.

This was… unfortunate. History seemed doomed to repeat itself, though how it truly played out for these young campers was yet to be seen. A sadness flickering over his creased, yet still ever kind features, the centaur allowed his gaze to slowly glide over the crowd that was gathered over the stands, and around the tower in front of them, “..what Lord Dionysus is trying to say is that we have received… grave news from Olympus… and as such, we request your full attention for the time being…”

Pausing a moment, allowing time for his words to settle, and for the murmurs of the campers to come to a stop; Chiron closed his eyes, awaiting the silence before he once more opened them, continuing further with his explanation, “..the Lady Aphrodite’s dove has been stolen from Mount Olympus by an unknown assailant- now… understandably, the Gods are in an uproar at the crime committed… however… the Lord Ares has both named, and accused whom he believed is the guilty party…”

Seeming to age another few years before their very eyes, Chiron dropped his arms back down to his sides, his head turning until he was able to look towards the person in question, “..I am sorry Alan… however, it was you that Lord Ares has named…”

Beyond the Storms

posted; and loll, I know that Raymond can understand some of Ed and Luna's language, but I'm not sure how much x'D

I always assumed that Colin was the most knowledgeable out of the three of them in that area

Beyond the Storms

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Juliette Morrison

Location: Ghal-Priyam; The Obelisk.
^{Post In Collaboration With: None.
Interacting With: Raymond Rahlei.}

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A grunt slipping out through his lips, Raymond ran the few steps forward towards the large step as the other two cleared it, the muscles in his arms and stomach tightening, and his face scrunching up in pure concentration as he used his upper body strength to lift himself up and over the ledge, his body rolling over the stone to lay behind Juliette as he took a moment to catch his breath…

By the Gods, could things get any worse..? No… No, he shouldn’t think such things in risk that they might prove to be true…

Shoving the thought out of his mind, Raymond turned over, lifting himself back to his feet before he reached forward, giving a nod towards Luna to let her know that he had this as he took a gentle hold over Juliette’s hand, giving it a soft and comforting squeeze as he encouraged her to stand up, his eyes never once leaving her figure, wanting to make sure that she was okay, and away from the crumbling ledge before he moved his hands back to her hips, holding on once more as he carefully lifted her up and onto the next step, starting the process all over again.

“..come on Julie… we can do this…”

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Hunter Leon Evans

Location: Sky Lakes Medical Center.
^{Interacting With: Cassandra Arvanitis (@Caits), and Sebastian Monroe (@December).}

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“Dad..? What is it..?”

His attention lifting from the beautiful young wolf that he’d been holding in his arms, Hunter let them fall back to his sides, his body pressing harder against the wall beside the broken vending machine as he lifted his hands, sliding them deep into the pockets of his jeans as he allowed the father daughter duo to speak with one another.

This situation was out of his league… Parentals- he’d never really had a problem with them back home; but then again, this wasn’t Australia, this was a whole new ballgame, and from what Cassandra had just (very briefly) mentioned about her father in the conversation they had just shared with one another… this guy was going to be a tough nut to crack. He was going to have to lay on that good ol’ Aussie charm, and he was going to have to lay it on thick if he wanted to even have a chance at getting her father’s approval. It was one thing to actually date the girl… a completely different thing to be liked and accepted by her family…

“Something has come up and I have to go take care of it. So while I’m gone, I need you to take Sebastian’s pape-...”

Well… that solved that problem… at least for now anyway.

The doctor's words fading in and out as Hunter’s attention continued to flick between the pair and his own thoughts, he dropped his head down, his dark gaze lingering upon the floor in front of him… From one looks of him; aside from the fact that he was (at first glance) rather large and imposing, it was more than clear the good doctor would be back once he’d finished running whatever errands it was that he had to do- he didn’t seem like the type to shirk his responsibilities onto a teenage girl, especially if the girl in question was actually his daughter. Besides… they seemed close…

Frowning slightly at the thought that it might make things more difficult in the long run, he shifted slightly against the wall. Honestly; that was the last thing he needed… having to deal with a meddling father… Shaking his head lightly from side to side as though to dispel those thoughts from his mind, Hunter furrowed his brows- he didn’t even know the guy yet; he couldn’t go around making assumptions like that out of the blue. Besides; for all he knew, this guy could be the most laid back and understanding guy out there… he just wouldn’t know until he tried.

But today was not that day…

“So… that was my dad…”

Pulled back to the present by the sound of her voice, Hunter lifted his head, a small smile playing over his lips once more in return to her own as he reached out, taking a gentle hold of her side so that he could draw her back in against his body, holding her to him as he nodded his head lightly, letting her know that he was indeed listening to what it was that she was saying to him.

“I guess I have to go check on my friends… will you stay?”

She wanted him to stay; it was adorable. All intentions on responding with a rather smart alec remark, Hunter caught himself before the words slipped through his lips, his hands instead pulling her just that little bit closer against his body as he let his thumbs brush lightly over her sides; his smile soft as he gave her a wink, “..course I’ll stay… as long as you want me to… I’m not goin’ anywher-...”

“Uh, Cassie? Your dad discharged me, and I just overheard that he asked you to tell my dad. I was just gonna see if…”

His words coming to a rather an abrupt stop at the sound of another person interrupting, Hunter let out a soft sigh, his head dropping and his dark eyes closing for a moment at the thought that they might never have a moment alone before eventually, he lifted his head, his attention turning to the guy who stood (quite unflatteringly) in a hospital gown in front of them- well… could he expect anything less..? They were in a hospital after all…

Knowing that it was Cassie that the guy wanted, he let his hands slip, relaxing the gentle hold he had over her sides as he lowered them, slipping them back down into the depths of his pockets as he watched the guy, his brow quirking slightly, and a small and rather amused smile playing over his lips- he was flustered… and staring at him…

..huh… normally only get that reaction from sheila’s…

“Well, fuck...”

Unable to help the soft chuckle that fell through his lips at the guy’s reaction, Hunter shook his head lightly from side to side, seeming happily to take it in his stride, giving the guy a quick wink to let him know that he was playing, “Hahah; don’ normally get that kinda offer, but maybe later, yeah..?”

Pushing himself away from the wall, Hunter stepped forward, flashing the guy a bright smile as he moved to stand beside Cassie, a single hand reaching out in offer to him as his free hand lifted up, pressing lightly over the small of Cassie’s back in order to let her know that he was there and trying to move out from his little hiding spot, “G’day mate; ya must be one of the friends Cassie here was tellin’ me about. The names Hunter… Hunter Evans- it’s nice ta meet ya.”

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Zoé Flores

Location: Zoé’s Home.
^{Interacting With: Aron Brooks (NPC), Cody Treadwell (@Caits), Leo Kwon (@December), and Damien Flores (@YoshiSkittlez).}

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She didn’t know what had happened… one moment the boys were ready to leave, and the next, they were huddled about in the entryway.

Her smile fading to instead be replaced by a slight frown at the question of whether or not her son was alright, Zoé leant forward, moving out of her brother’s embrace for a few moments as she slid her now label-less beer bottle onto the coffee table, making sure that it wasn’t going to fall before she stood herself up, her head tilting lightly to the side as she took a few steps forward and towards the hallway.

“..Aron..?” The soft vibration, and the ever enticing beat of Enrique Iglesias’ ‘Bailando’ filled the air, the music, and the familiar sound of the beautiful Spanish language calling out for her attention, though she chose to ignore it, her focus instead upon the two boys hanging about by the front door, “..Aron..? Cody- what’s goin-... oh, mierda; hang on…”

The ringtone growing louder by the moment, she took pause, stopping halfway between the boys and her brother (still sitting upon the couch), Zoé’s gaze wandered out and across the room, her hand slipping down into the back pocket of her jeans so she could retrieve her phone before she lifted it up, a slight flicker of confusion filtering out over her soft features as she caught sight of the name on the screen. Leo..? Crap; had she forgotten some plans they had again..? No… no; for the life of her, she couldn’t remember coming up with anything between them, at least not until their usual catch up- but then that was next week…

Stomach twisting slightly, and mind racing through all the possibilities of why the warlock would be calling her at this time of day, she turned away from both the boys and her brother, giving each of them her profile instead as she swiped her thumb over the screen, answering the call with her brows furrowed, and a slight hesitation and questioning to her tone.

“..hola..?”

Leo inhaled sharply at the sound of Zoé’s voice drifting from his phone. A split second of relief washed over him, but it lasted for but a moment before the waves of anguish and anxiety purged it from his system.

“Zoé! It's Leo.” The Warlock spouted quickly as he walked towards Magnus’ car, his brow furrowed in worry. “The werewolf from last night attacked again. Callie and a young warlock named Alexis were both nearly killed. Callie managed to escape, but Alexis is still in the woods. She’s severely injured, but I put a stasis spell on her, but I can’t sustain it forever. I need your help to protect the pack and save Alexis!”

“..what..?”

Shooting a quick glance around her at the other three, Zoé turned her back to them once more her brows furrowing together in worry as she spoke again, an urgency and seriousness to her tone, “..Leo… Leo, calm down, and start again. What happened exactly..? And where are you..?”

Leo disregarded Zoé’s instructions to calm himself, but he did decide that exploding out large amounts of information wasn’t the method the situation called for; The Warlock needed to be collected and concise.

“I’m at the West Ridge vet’s office,” Leo said, controlling his voice to a clear, understandable manner of speaking. “Callie and a Warlock named Alexis were in the woods when the wolf from last night attacked them. Callie escaped, but left Alexis for dead. I placed the girl under a time stasis spell, but I can’t maintain it forever. She’s severely injured, and we need to reach her before the spell runs out. Callie’s being looked over by an angel named Seraphina Astarte, but I can’t stay with her. Magnus is with me; I need you to come and help me retrieve Alexis, and fend off the wolf. He’s powerful enough to take down Callie and another magic user, though the Warlock knows next to nothing about magic. We have to hurry.”

Once again, he was going too fast; though the message was clear as day: there had been another attack.

Eyes flashing over a brilliant shade of red, a deep and rather threatening growl ripped out through her lips at the mere thought that the rogue alpha was once more terrorising her territory. This was going to stop… even if it meant she had to rip his throat out personally, and with her bare hands, “Again..?!”

Her free hand balling up into a fist at her side, Zoé all but ignored the pain of her claws cutting into her palms. She was done. This alpha was wreaking havoc- threatening their very way of life, and it was clear that if she left it too long without doing something, then it was going to be too late, “Head to the area, I’ll meet you there- I’ll track your scent, I think I still have your jacket here from the last time you came over. Oh, and do not leave your car until I get there; do you understand me, Leo..? There’s been enough loss without your leader losing another of her valued coven members.”

Not bothering to give him a chance to respond, she lowered the phone, her thumb hitting the ‘end call’ button before her attention was turned over to the two boys, her features no longer carrying any semblance of the smile she had been wearing moments beforehand as she curled her fingers around her mobile tightly, “You two aren’t to leave this house until further notice, do I make myself clear..? Lock the doors, and don’t let anyone in. Not until we get back.”

Her head turning on a swivel, Zoé met her gaze with her brother’s, holding it as she threw her phone over in his direction, not even bothering to see if he caught it or not before she crossed over her body, her fingers curling so that she could take hold of the bottom of her top, lifting it up and off her body before she dropped it to the ground at her side, seeming to not even care about the fact that she had an audience as she moved to undo the button and zip on her jeans, her words now directed at her brother.

“..I need your help, Damien… there’s been another attack…”

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Alright guys; just a heads up to all in the roleplay- for all those who have provided CS' but have not yet posted (@Juno, @Lockhart); I am officially removing your characters from the line up. This means that should you wish to remain within the roleplay, you will not only need to once more express your interest, but you will also need to re-apply.

Due to this decision, the following characters have been removed from the roleplay:

♆ Noel James Dunbar - Son of Poseidon
♆ Simone Scarrow - Daughter of Tyche
♆ Beatrice L. Marcangelo - Daughter of Iris

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Alright guys; so... I really hate doing this. Honestly I do; but I feel as though I have no choice at this point, and it's tearing me apart, however, I need to do what is best for the roleplay in order to keep it fun, and moving forward for everyone.

Due to what I feel is lack of interest... lack of communication... and inactivity within the roleplay; a choice has had to be made. As GM of this roleplay, I need to do what I feel is best for all involved; and as such, I have made the decision to remove @BlackPanther from the roleplay as affect of immediately- this choice was most definitely a hard one to make, but one that needed to be done, and while normally I am okay with length between IC posts as long as I am kept in the loop, the lack of communication with myself, and my Co-GM's, in both PM's or OOC has made it a difficult situation to ignore. And with every attempt at communication failing; this has, unfortunately, become the only option.

The removal of @BlackPanther from the roleplay means that we, myself and my Co-GM's, have the right to NPC or to take over the characters (Magnus Bane, Gage Brookes and Aron Brookes) already in the roleplay, either to keep the roleplay moving along with them as an integral part of the story, or to have them fade out into the background and/ or exit the roleplay completely. This choice will be made as a collective between myself, and my Co-GM's, and the remaining roleplayers will be notified as soon as the decision has been made.

Once again; I apologize that it has come to this, however as stated above, I feel as though I have been given no choice.

Vicier~

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Sombra Flores and Myra Flores

Location: Cedar Ash Inn.
^{Interacting With: Each other, and Alexander Flores (@Crono).}

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“..A-Alex..!”

A flicker of panic shooting out through her heart, Sombra started after him, only managing to take a couple of steps before he was gone from the room; leaving her instead with only their mother for company. Had she lost him..? Had she really managed to fuck up so badly that she had just lost her brother for good..? They had only meant to stay a couple of days- her mother and brother weren’t even supposed to find out that they had been in town, and now…

Her heart aching slightly, Sombra shut her dark eyes, her gentle features scrunching up slightly as she waited for the feeling to pass with little to no success- why did she care so much..? Yes, it was her brother… but she had worked so hard over the years to try and block out these types of feelings… so why was it that she couldn’t do it now..? Her head dropping slightly, she sighed out in slight defeat; whatever happened… whatever her choice, she was going to have to talk to James about it first…

Myra stayed where she had been standing, not making a move to stop Sombra if she left the room, and not following Alex. She could talk with him later, whereas she didn't know if Sombra would give her the chance to do so again. She held her tongue, not snapping out a comment she'd probably regret. She waited silent for a moment or two, gathering her thoughts and what she wanted to say.

”you didn't answer my question, Sombra” she said, trying to keep her voice neutral, but she was a bit weary. She waited another moment or two, hesitating a moment, but decided not to install a change in topic just yet. ”are you pregnant?”

The sound of her mother’s voice catching her ear, Sombra turned her head slightly, her eyes both opening so that she could catch even the smallest of glimpses of the woman out of the corner of them before eventually, she turned her head away, once more looking in the direction of the door, her mind distracted as she spoke softly.

“..yes…”

A conflict of emotions filled Myra. She wanted to touch Sombra, to hug her, but was still terrified that Sombra would push her away. She didn't think she could stand that rejection. She didn't even know what to say. What could she say?

She watched Sombra still, for a moment feeling like she was further away from her then she and ever been, ”He doesn't hate you, Sombra” she said softly, hesitating a moment before giving in and stepping towards Sombra, and reaching out to hug her, ”Sombra… “

Her body tensing as she felt her mother taking a hold over her, Sombra lifted her head, her soft lips parting ever so slightly from one another as she turned her head, confusion clear enough behind her gaze as she stood frozen, a little unsure of what to do… of how to react…

How long had it been since her mother had tried to hug her..? Even when she’d still been living in Klamath, it wasn’t something that happened between them very often- a rarity of which, more times than none, caught others around them by surprise. Shooting a quick glance at the woman holding her, she hesitated, giving no signs that she was going to be reciprocating the action, but also giving no sign that she would be pulling away from the small amount of comfort either any time soon.

“..madre…”

Myra didn't know how to feel… she hadn't pushed her away, but neither had she gave any indication that it was okay. She sighed softly, "I love you baby girl... I always will... I don't want to lose you, again" the last sentence slipped out, before Myra could even finish the thought in her own mind, and she pulled away, looking away from Sombra.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry..? Her mother, the proud woman that she was, was apologizing to her..? Blinking a couple of times as though taking a moment to figure out if she had heard wrong or not, Sombra let her dark (and slightly surprised) gaze linger on the woman in question.

“..don’t… I’m the one who left…” Her voice soft, she spoke to her mother, her eyes closing as a soft sigh passed out through her lips- this was honestly the very last thing she had wanted when they had arrived in town… Gods, she just hoped James was ready for whatever was going to come his way when he finally reunited with her family…

Myra opened her mouth to speak, before closing it again. There was no point going down the blame game path right then. Instead she turned back to Sombra, and chose her words carefully. “Was that before, or after you became a werewolf?”

“..what..?”

Her normally rather stoic features flickering with surprise and slight panic, Sombra instead did all that she could to look confused, her dark eyes tearing away from her mother as she shook her head lightly from side to side, brushing off her rather sudden question- where the hell had that come from, “..I don't know what you're talking about…”

”I'm a detective, Sombra, and I know about the… supernatural world” it wasn't often Mrya caught Sombra off guard, she nodded to Sombra’s hands, ”Claws. And your palms are bloody, but there are no wounds” she said, watching her daughter, and waiting to see what she'd do or say.

Her hands balling up at her sides, Sombra shifted slightly on the spot, clear at unease at being called out on one thing she had been keeping from her mother for years, “..does Alex know..?”

Myra gave a small shrug ”about the supernatural? Not that I know off. I doubt he saw anything, either. Or he'd be a bit freaked out. Is that why you ran away, Sombra?”

“..we were young; out of control… aunt Zoé did manage to teach us how to control ourselves to a point, but…”

Letting her sentence trail off into nothing, Sombra let her gaze fall to the ground between them, her hands once more relaxing, “..we were scared that we were going to do something we would regret- that we'd lose it and kill someone we cared about… w-what if I killed you..? What if I killed Alex..? I-I couldn't live with myself…”

Silent for sometime, several things to say going through her mind, Myra wanted to say so much… “I don't want you to leave again, Sombra… “ she said softly, knowing she wouldn't have any say in the matter, but still saying it ”I don't want to lose you again… “

“..I don't want to hurt you- we left to protect you from this…”

”That may be, but I know how to protect myself. I've done a pretty damn good job of it my whole life, and done a good job of staying alive since finding out about this world” Myra said, ”I… “ she sighed and trailed off.

”I want to be in your life… “

Hesitant as she thought on her mother’s words, the possible responses countless and ranging everywhere from a sweet mother and daughter moment, to possible bloodshed should things go wrong, Sombra shifted once more over the spot, her arms coming up to fold over her chest between them, though her expression gave it away…

For the first time in a long time… she was vulnerable…

“..I didn’t even buy a dress…” Her voice soft as she spoke, she lifted her head back up, her soft lips parting ever so slightly as she looked back over at her mum, “..I didn’t wear white… it wasn’t anything big; just us… a judge… and two witnesses- people we worked with… it was a wedding; but no matter how much I wanted to have the wedding of my dreams, I couldn’t bring myself to do it… not without the family… not without you and Alex…”

Myra watched Sombra, listening as she spoke, hesitating a moment, wondering if Sombra was saying what Myra thought she was. ”would… would you have one… here?” she asked quietly, not daring to hope that maybe she'd be apart of her life, even marginally.

“..I-... I would have to talk to James, but…” Shrugging her shoulders lightly, Sombra allowed her open ended sentence to hang in the air, a single bloody hand breaking from where she had them so that she could run her fingers back through her long dark locks, forcing them back and off of her face, “..I wouldn’t do a big white wedding without you guys… I just can’t...”

Myra tried not to make a face at the mention of James, ”I still don't like him… but if he makes you happy, then that's okay” Myra said, falling silent, not sure what to say, or do now, waiting for Sombra.

“..no… no, it’s more than that, madre…” Shaking her head lightly, Sombra frowned, allowing her mind to think over how she could explain it without sounding like a lunatic with her head stuck in the clouds, “..do you remember when I was little..? And you used to read me all those stories, and watch all those movies with me about those Princesses who found true love with their Price..? Like Mulan and Snow White and all that..?”

Pausing a moment, knowing she wasn’t explaining it as best as she could, she let out a sigh, her head turning away slightly as she allowed her mind to wander towards the man she had run away with all those years ago, “..it’s kinda like that… the true love thing; but… it’s much stronger than that… Madre; there’s no one else out there for me… I know you don’t like him, but he’s my one true mate no matter how much you don’t approve… the night that aunt Zoé turned us; we imprinted on one another… there’s no breaking that bond apart; we couldn’t, even if we wanted to…”

Myra knew there would be several things she wouldn't understand, but that didn't mean she had to like it. Although as Sombra continued, revealing that Zoé had changed her, she found herself angry once more ”your Aunt changed you… ?” she was surprised she managed to say it calmly.

“..madre… don’t be mad at her- she had no choice…”

”Why? Why shouldn't I be angry?” Myra demanded, thinking that at every turn, it seemed like there was someone still hiding things from her, and she was getting increasingly weary of it.

“..because if she didn’t turn us that night; you would've had to bury me in the ground before our high-school graduation…”

The words slipping from her lips long before she could stop them, she paused, holding her mother’s gaze for a few moments before she sighed, “..I snuck out to meet with James; wasn’t the first time… we’d been dating for months… we met up on the outskirts of town; you know that old abandoned mill..? We were- well, you don’t really need to know… but something happened; we were attacked by this… giant wolf, and left for dead… madre… aunt Zoé saved our lives…”

Myra knew that Zoé wouldn’t bite, wouldn’t change anyone unless she didn’t have a choice, and while she could be grateful for Sombra’s life, that wasn’t the point. ”And then let me think you were in trouble, or dead for five years”

“..she had a number; that was all…” Her head tilting lightly to the side, Sombra frowned, ready to keep defending her alpha and her past actions, “..when we left; we stayed apart of the pack, but we also cut off all communication with her as well… she knew just as much as you did- for all she knows, the message she sent to us about the attack might not have even reached us… she sends us texts, but we never respond to her…”

Myra shook her head, and sighed, ”She still knew more, had more than I had” She said, now unable to keep her voice calm, to keep the emotion from her voice, although less angry now, more resigned.

“..madre…”

Hesitating a moment, Sombra reached out towards her mother, the tips of her fingers brushing lightly over her forearm before she thought better of her actions, her arm coming back into her body, her head turning away and her mouth closing once more as she shifted, unsure of what she was supposed to say.

Myra sighed heavily, knowing she was being unreasonable… but there really was no reason when it came to your children. She- at Sombra’s light, fleeting touch, Myra turned her gaze to her daughter once more.

”I’m sorry” she said once more. She wanted to reach out, to hug her once more, but she was hesitant… ”I… I just… I missed you, Sombra” she said, sighing once more, ”And I want you to stay” she wanted to reach out, but didn’t, once more worried that Sombra would pull away.

”But I know… it’s your choice” She turned away slightly, averting her gaze, ”You should go talk with Alex. Wash the blood off your hands first” She added.

Watching as her mother turned away from her, Sombra once more found herself hesitating where she stood- why was this so hard..? By the Gods, feelings were just so… argh...

Remaining where she stood a moment longer, she eventually nodded her head lightly up and down in response, her body turning before she wandered into the adjoining bathroom, her soft lips parting ever so slightly as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. How had things gotten so… messy..? Tearing her gaze from the woman staring back at her, Sombra reached out, turning on the tap so that she could let the water run for a moment; the gentle flow of it serene… calming…

Quickly washing her hands, the water ran red a few moments before she shut off the tap, drying them with the washcloth hanging beside the sink before she was once more on the move, her dark gaze turning to linger upon her mother for a spell as she passed through the room, soft thuds filling the air as she hurried down the stairs, following her brother’s scent out into the front before she stopped, her gaze landing on his figure.

Talking to her mother had been hard enough… now she had to speak with her brother…

Debating on whether or not she should go through with this, Sombra took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before finally, she let it out, her feet carrying her almost silently over to the bench he was sat at, her attention flicking to the small pup in his presence as she moved around it, taking the spot beside him, her voice soft as she spoke.

“..lo siento… Alex...”

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

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Ky’ vie Morgan and Deon Alexander

Location: The Big House & The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
Interacting With: Each other.

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It was hers; she’d done it. The smile growing over her lips at the fact that she would once again be keeping hold over her title; Ky tightened her grip over the ring, her body turning so that she could lift it up for all below to see, though she didn’t get that far… the pull from the other side of the ring causing her head to snap around, her long vibrant red locks flying lightly over a single shoulder as she allowed her gaze to meet with that of the one who was trying to snatch her win away from her…

Deon… of course… how could she ever expect anything less from him..?

A tie..? No; there was just no way. She was sure-... Her brows furrowing in confusion at his claim, she thought over his words. There was no way in the fiery depths of Tartarus that she was going to let him share this with her. It was ridiculous- sure she went out of her way to give him a run for his money; but she never encroached on his territory, so why should he go and intrude on hers..?

He could keep his title as King of capture the flag… the obstacle tower was her thing; by the Gods, he was such a pig.

“You’re such an asshole, Deon- let go of it..!”

With a grin worthy of a cat catching the canary, Deon let out a light chuckle at Ky’ vie’s expense. She was getting angry with him. It was kind of cute. But his strong grip on the victor’s ring remained, and he shook his head no. There was no way that he was just going to give up - not without something in return. Not without what he wanted.

”Nuh-uh. You know what you gotta do.” he taunted, taking a free moment to use his free hand to tap a finger against his smirked lips.

A disgusted look flickering across her otherwise beautiful features, Ky shook her head lightly from side to side; disbelieving that she was even contemplating such a thing. Kiss him..? He wanted her to kiss him..? The thought alone had her stomach twisting slightly; though if it was in anything more than utter hatred for the man standing in front of her, she certainly wasn’t aware of it.

“..you’re a pig…”

Pulling back on the ring as hard as she could to draw him closer, she narrowed her eyes up in his direction, her bright red lips parting ever so slightly from one another as she looked up at him, “..what makes you think I would ever be interested in ever kissing one of your lot again..?”

”Because if you don’t… you’re winning streak dies.”. He was more than pleased with himself. Everyone and their mother, and mother’s mother, knew that Ky’ vie thrived on competition - notably winning. And really, he couldn’t come out of this without winning something. Either she gave in and kissed him, or he got the satisfaction of beating her at her game - both equally pleasurable in their own right.

Her hand balling into a fist at her side, she lifted it, giving all intention of hitting him before she reached out, doing everything to ignore the little voice screaming at her from the back of her mind as she firmly took a hold of the back of his neck, holding him in place as she lifted herself up onto the balls of her feet, closing the gap between them, and sealing it completely as she pressed her lips against his.

Deon’s eyes widened and then fluttered to a soft close the moment her lips met with his. Part of him believed that she would never do it - that she was too stubborn. He knew she didn’t exactly want to, (at least in front of other people, because really, who didn’t want to kiss him at some point?) but it seemed that her competitive streak won out in the end. Not that he was complaining. He was simply caught off guard for just a moment.

True to his proposition, Deon let his fingers fall from their hold around the ring in favor to take a natural position at her hip once he got around to kissing her back, harder - if he was lucky enough for this to even be a one-time thing, he had to at least make the most of it.

Her heart was racing… why was it racing..?

Stomach still twisting… or was it fluttering..? Ky’ vie’s hold over his neck relaxed… her hand slowly sliding around, following the natural line of his shoulder… the natural curve of his muscles, until finally, it came to a stop upon his chest, her own heaving lightly up and down as she closed her eyes, allowing her body to be drawn closer into his own.

This was wrong; kissing him was just so, so wrong… but then why did it feel as good as it did..? Her fingers curling lightly over his chest, she tried her best to ignore the confused thoughts flickering across the forefront of her mind, the action causing her hold over the ring to falter, allowing it to slip only slightly from her fingers as the feeling of his body pressing against hers began to slowly consume her thoughts.

He could hear it - there were sounds of both surprise and admiration from the onlookers below, both on the tower and off. And really, he couldn’t blame them. Well, the ones who were cheering it on, anyway. It was pretty hot. They were pretty hot - something he had been trying to tell Ky’ vie for years. For someone that didn’t seem too intent on kissing him just a few seconds ago, she sure was keen on touching him. He couldn’t help but to flex the muscles that she grazed against, wanting them to appear more solid than they actually were.

He smirked against her lips, and with his free hand, moved it around and behind her to give her ass cheek a nice squeeze, parting his lips to slide his tongue against hers.

Her breath catching in her throat at his actions, Ky’ vie furrowed her brows, her heart racing faster than she could ever remember it having done before. She could hear the shock… the jeering coming from those watching on from below.

Did she even really care..?

Eyes opening slightly in surprise as she felt his tongue running out over her lips, she let her gaze lift up to him, her body freezing slightly as her mind eventually drew back around to the present, causing her to squirm within his arms, the hand on his chest balling into a fist.

Moving both of his hands so that they were on her hips, Deon chuckled as he pulled his lips away from hers, hands tightening on her to keep her from squirming around so much, though the action had his body moving slightly with hers.

”Aww… what’s the matter, Ky? Found out you liked it?” he jibed, laughing.

Her grip once more tightening over the ring, Ky tore her gaze away from his, her bright red lips parting slightly as a gentle blush crept out over her cheeks, “..you’re delusional if you think I could ever like you…”

”Then why are you blushing?”

“You grabbed my ass..!” Flames flickering through her hair, Ky’s head snapped back around, her metallic silver eyes once more meeting with his as the blush grew more prominent upon her gentle features, “You’re holdin’ me against you..! And you manipulated me in front of all my friends..! I’m embarrassed; so why do you think I’m blushing, Deon..?”

“Because you also have the hots for me. Just admit it, babe. It’s okay. People will understand.”

“Rack off will ya..!” Shoving her hand roughly against his chest, Ky’ vie narrowed her eyes at him, a look of disgust once more flickering over her beautiful features, “Ya nothin’ but a goddamn bludger, and a drunk; and dead set, ya ain’t got buckley’s chance with a sheila like me.”

He had absolutely no idea what she just said, but it sounded angry. He snickered and ended up pulling her closer to him.

”Mmmm… love it when you talk dirty to me, babe.” He brushed his thumbs against the small of her back. ”You know… I have a free evening… and a pretty large bed… all you gotta do is ask..”

“Piss off, Deon; I’d rather go an’ throw a technicolor yawn….” Her body squirming slightly in his arms as he pulled her closer against him, Ky’s hair once more sparked with flames, the tips issuing smoke, though at closer look showed no sign of burning, “Ya not worth a Zack- an’ there ain’t no way I’d ever let ya root me…”

”...have a few beers… get some pizza… some naked Twister…” It was as though he hadn’t even heard her; simply finishing his thoughts out loud rather than responding to what she had just said. Not that he would have really understood it, anyway. Australian’s had a really weird way with words.

“..strewth- ya such a shonky ass seppo..!”

Her hand coming down hard against his bare chest, Ky once more began to push against it, the smoke growing slightly as she continued to glare up at him, “I’m bloody sick of it- don’t you come the raw prawn with me..!”

”Babe… I’ve got no idea what you’re saying… but that accent… with that tone…” He made a noise to illustrate what it was doing to him; a light hum while his eyes closed. ”We’ve been going at each other for.. How many years now? It’s time we stop kidding ourselves and just go for it. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“..don’ go round makin’ promises ya can’t keep- I know for a fact that I’d regret it, you sick… twisted… manipulative… egotistical jer-...”

“Ms. Kylie Montgomery… Mr. Devin Argent… I suggest you stumble your way back down to the stands, and take a seat with the rest of these lazy lumps. I have the unfortunate pleasure of calling my camp to meeting, and I need all ears on us…”

Beyond the Storms

No problem, mate; besides, quality trumps quantity any day of the week in my eyes:'3