WittyWolf — Roleplayer Guild

~Jericho Brooks~

Jericho was just polishing off his sixth drumstick. He'd always been ravenous whenever he got back from a hunt and this one had been particularly lengthy. Sighing lustily, the young man was quite pleased with his meal and felt the familiar laziness that came from a well-fed belly. Nothing really compared to a good meal at camp, although he was worried that he might not have enough room for Ky's shindig later tonight! Wincing to himself at the long ago memory, he rubbed at his backside absently. The only time he would admit to biting off more than he could chew... Chuckling to himself, he started whistle, perfectly mimicking the birds around him. Slowly, they began to converge upon him, as they usually did at the return of Jericho. He grinned broadly, pleased his little friends still remembered him, even with the frequent departures. What could he say? Jericho had an incurable wanderlust.

Although he was heavily laden with various trophies from fallen monsters, Jericho moved easily underneath the early afternoon sun, basking in its warmth. The day was just too nice to return to his cabin. No, he'd dip his feet into the bay and wait a bit for taking a little dip. Nothing was better to wash away the grime of the road, Jericho surmised. It had been a long time since the last swim in the watery depths. He trotted now, dropping his pack at the start of the pier. He dropped his weaponry as well, leaving his treasured bow and dagger behind. The only time those weapons left Jericho's side was in the camp, where he knew he was protected. He stripped his shirt, boots, and socks quickly leaving him in only a pair of camouflaged cargo pants, with a few telltale claw rips and wearing patches of fabric. He needed a new pair of pants, but Jericho often found the task tedious... Maybe he could ask a lady friend from Aphrodite to give him a bit of fashion advice. At least, for his non hunting apparel.

A shrill cry broke the normal whistles and trills of the birds, foretelling danger in the lake. The birds' language came easily to Jericho and soon he learned that an Aphrodite girl had gone after Claire! Didn't this girl know she was dealing with a daughter of Poseidon?! Claire could bend the water to her will, breathe underwater, and keep her clothes dry from a dip at will! How Jericho envied this ability now. He hoped that he wouldn't have to rescue someone his first day back at camp! But if one his family needed help, you'd bet your ass Jericho would be there in a flash. Despite all misgivings about his character, he was a loyal man and would never back away from a fellow demigod in need!

The planks thumped and rattled under his sprint and he quickly came to the edge of pier, looking into the depths. "HEY! HEEEY!" he roared towards the water, hoping the girl might hear him. She'd drown before she got Claire from the bottom of the bay! Jericho took a hesitant step forward, then pushed down his misgivings. He was most comfortable in the woods than the water, even though he was a swift swimmer. But this was not his parent's domain and he was loathe to enter it when a child of Poseidon was exercising their gifts. But, with a deep inhale, Jericho dived, cutting the water with barely a splash in a perfect dive. He swam much like mermaids, a creature he'd seen more than once. Now those were monsters Jericho could get used to. He smiled to himself at the thought of those pretty girls, whose only flaws were the tails and fins they called legs and feet. Otherwise... well, need he say more? His words came out as gurgles, but he saw the girl as she continued to dive and dive. How far would she go?! He propelled himself down still, until he could reach out. With a strong grip, he grabbed the diving girl's ankle and pulled it towards himself to get her attention!
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