A slight, skinny boy runs through the front borders. His hair is a gentle brown, ruffled from running. He’s got deep green eyes, eyes that are always darting around. He’s wearing a warm-looking brown trench coat over a dress shirt and trousers.
He looks up at the sky
”Bloody freaking Gods of Olympus. That forest is horrid!”
He looks around.
”Now, where am I?”
Sitting on the Ground is a 15 year old with Black hair that fades to white at the ends, Pale skin, a black Henley shirt and Black Jeans. Their eyes are a pale blue, almost white. They seem Injured, with a cut on their forehead, but it is quickly closing itself. The Grass around them is slowly freezing over.
”…I have no idea. But i believe they call it camp Half Blood.”
“Hmm…half-blood. I’ve heard that term before.”
He notices the cut on your forehead.
”What happened?”
He pulls out a bandage,
”Can I help?”
“Apparently Harpies Exist. I found that out a few days ago, and they have been chasing me until i arrived here. From Alaska to New York. I would appreciate your help. I’m Caleb, By the Way.”
The boy smiles.
”I’m James. I’m from the wet city of Vancouver, British Columbia”
Wrapping the bandage around your forehead, he notices the grass freezing around you.
”Oh, so you can do what I can do as well?”
“Wait, what? What can you do?”
He pulls out a bottle of water from one of his deep pockets and uncaps it.
“This”
He puts his hand out and concentrates. The water starts floating up out of the bottle. It flows around for a couple seconds before he flicks his wrist and it freezes.
“…i don’t think i can do that. I am very confused.”
“Look at the grass below you. It’s frozen, man!”
They look at the grass. They look at themselves. They look back at the grass.
”What the heck!?!?!?!?!?!?? Today just gets weirder and weirder.” A snowy owl lands next to Caleb. He doesn’t seem surprised by this.
They look at the grass. They look at themselves. They look back at the grass.
”What the heck!?!?!?!?!?!?? Today just gets weirder and weirder.” A snowy owl lands next to Caleb. He doesn’t seem surprised by this.
“100%, as all the gods are related.”
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“Oh yeah.”
“Now that is see the snowy owl, I’m guessing your dads Boreas.”
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“My dad Died a few Years after i was born.”
“Oh. Khione then.”
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“Who’s Khione?”
*ding ding ding ding ding! Correct!*
“Goddess of snow.”
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“Huh.”
Anthony is walking back into the camp, waving his hand through the flickering symbol over his head
*What’s the symbol look like*
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“If it makes you feel better, my dads a simple war god. The blandest of them all. You’re mom is the personification of a a primal element.”
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“Wow, thats cool. Wait, How can you be sure?”
*a pointed cross with a bowl on the top, a dot inside the bowl*
*however it's barely stable*
“Cause he told me.”
*don’t know what that means*
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Luna is eating
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
(Asclepius?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*for draken*
”no, about how my Mother is Khione. How are you sure?”
*nope*
“Cause she’s a goddess and she specializes in snow.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!