Someone in black Jeans and a black henley shirt with red stripes on the sleeves is running for his life towards the camp. He is slightly muscular and seem to be about 15. He has black hair that fades to white, that almost seems blue. He is carrying a black drawstring bag slung over their arm. He has light colored skin and eyes with irises that are a very light blue, almost white. He is running from a flock of murderous brown And red harpies. His Face and hands are covered in scratches, and His Jeans are slightly torn on one leg near the bottom. There is a small bloody wound on His forehead. Following him, almost at his shoulders, is a Snowy Owl. One of the Harpies attack, swooping at Him and clawing at his back. He falls down, but springs back up almost immediately, yelling for help. The harpy, upon making contact, Stops flying as their talon they struck him with momentarily freezes over, and the harpy falls out of the sky. He keeps running desperately.
*woooooh that took long to type*
AJ takes a stick and frowns, aiming carefully and throwing it like a spear at a harpy. It’s insanely accurate- spearing it right in the eye. But unfortunately, not made of celestial bronze. AJ cups his hands around his mouth to yell. “C’MON YOU GOT THIS! YOU’RE ALMOST THERE!”
A falcon flies over and dive bombs the harpies, causing them to temporarily disperse, giving the person wearing black an opportunity to run faster.
Someone in black Jeans and a black henley shirt with red stripes on the sleeves is running for his life towards the camp. He is slightly muscular and seem to be about 15. He has black hair that fades to white, that almost seems blue. He is carrying a black drawstring bag slung over their arm. He has light colored skin and eyes with irises that are a very light blue, almost white. He is running from a flock of murderous brown And red harpies. His Face and hands are covered in scratches, and His Jeans are slightly torn on one leg near the bottom. There is a small bloody wound on His forehead. Following him, almost at his shoulders, is a Snowy Owl. One of the Harpies attack, swooping at Him and clawing at his back. He falls down, but springs back up almost immediately, yelling for help. The harpy, upon making contact, Stops flying as their talon they struck him with momentarily freezes over, and the harpy falls out of the sky. He keeps running desperately.
*woooooh that took long to type*
AJ takes a stick and frowns, aiming carefully and throwing it like a spear at a harpy. It’s insanely accurate- spearing it right in the eye. But unfortunately, not made of celestial bronze. AJ cups his hands around his mouth to yell. “C’MON YOU GOT THIS! YOU’RE ALMOST THERE!”
“What’s happening?!?!?!?!??!?!??!” they yell back, almost to the camp.
Someone in black Jeans and a black henley shirt with red stripes on the sleeves is running for his life towards the camp. He is slightly muscular and seem to be about 15. He has black hair that fades to white, that almost seems blue. He is carrying a black drawstring bag slung over their arm. He has light colored skin and eyes with irises that are a very light blue, almost white. He is running from a flock of murderous brown And red harpies. His Face and hands are covered in scratches, and His Jeans are slightly torn on one leg near the bottom. There is a small bloody wound on His forehead. Following him, almost at his shoulders, is a Snowy Owl. One of the Harpies attack, swooping at Him and clawing at his back. He falls down, but springs back up almost immediately, yelling for help. The harpy, upon making contact, Stops flying as their talon they struck him with momentarily freezes over, and the harpy falls out of the sky. He keeps running desperately.
*woooooh that took long to type*
AJ takes a stick and frowns, aiming carefully and throwing it like a spear at a harpy. It’s insanely accurate- spearing it right in the eye. But unfortunately, not made of celestial bronze. AJ cups his hands around his mouth to yell. “C’MON YOU GOT THIS! YOU’RE ALMOST THERE!”
A falcon flies over and dive bombs the harpies, causing them to temporarily disperse, giving the person wearing black an opportunity to run faster.
He makes it to the camp. He then falls over as the snowy owl lands in a tree. His right wrist seems horribly bent, probably broken. The air around him seems to drop 10 degrees. The grass within a few feet of him start collecting frost, turning white. They Groan.
Someone in black Jeans and a black henley shirt with red stripes on the sleeves is running for his life towards the camp. He is slightly muscular and seem to be about 15. He has black hair that fades to white, that almost seems blue. He is carrying a black drawstring bag slung over their arm. He has light colored skin and eyes with irises that are a very light blue, almost white. He is running from a flock of murderous brown And red harpies. His Face and hands are covered in scratches, and His Jeans are slightly torn on one leg near the bottom. There is a small bloody wound on His forehead. Following him, almost at his shoulders, is a Snowy Owl. One of the Harpies attack, swooping at Him and clawing at his back. He falls down, but springs back up almost immediately, yelling for help. The harpy, upon making contact, Stops flying as their talon they struck him with momentarily freezes over, and the harpy falls out of the sky. He keeps running desperately.
*woooooh that took long to type*
AJ takes a stick and frowns, aiming carefully and throwing it like a spear at a harpy. It’s insanely accurate- spearing it right in the eye. But unfortunately, not made of celestial bronze. AJ cups his hands around his mouth to yell. “C’MON YOU GOT THIS! YOU’RE ALMOST THERE!”
A falcon flies over and dive bombs the harpies, causing them to temporarily disperse, giving the person wearing black an opportunity to run faster.
He makes it to the camp. He then falls over as the snowy owl lands in a tree. His right wrist seems horribly bent, probably broken. The air around him seems to drop 10 degrees. The grass within a few feet of him start collecting frost, turning white. They Groan.
The falcon flies down and changes into a 14-year old boy with a dark tan and golden hair. He throws a piece of golden taffy into your left hand and says, “Eat this.” He then walks over to AJ and does the same.
Someone in black Jeans and a black henley shirt with red stripes on the sleeves is running for his life towards the camp. He is slightly muscular and seem to be about 15. He has black hair that fades to white, that almost seems blue. He is carrying a black drawstring bag slung over their arm. He has light colored skin and eyes with irises that are a very light blue, almost white. He is running from a flock of murderous brown And red harpies. His Face and hands are covered in scratches, and His Jeans are slightly torn on one leg near the bottom. There is a small bloody wound on His forehead. Following him, almost at his shoulders, is a Snowy Owl. One of the Harpies attack, swooping at Him and clawing at his back. He falls down, but springs back up almost immediately, yelling for help. The harpy, upon making contact, Stops flying as their talon they struck him with momentarily freezes over, and the harpy falls out of the sky. He keeps running desperately.
*woooooh that took long to type*
AJ takes a stick and frowns, aiming carefully and throwing it like a spear at a harpy. It’s insanely accurate- spearing it right in the eye. But unfortunately, not made of celestial bronze. AJ cups his hands around his mouth to yell. “C’MON YOU GOT THIS! YOU’RE ALMOST THERE!”
A falcon flies over and dive bombs the harpies, causing them to temporarily disperse, giving the person wearing black an opportunity to run faster.
He makes it to the camp. He then falls over as the snowy owl lands in a tree. His right wrist seems horribly bent, probably broken. The air around him seems to drop 10 degrees. The grass within a few feet of him start collecting frost, turning white. They Groan.
The falcon flies down and changes into a 14-year old boy with a dark tan and golden hair. He throws a piece of golden taffy into your left hand and says, “Eat this.” He then walks over to AJ and does the same.
Someone in black Jeans and a black henley shirt with red stripes on the sleeves is running for his life towards the camp. He is slightly muscular and seem to be about 15. He has black hair that fades to white, that almost seems blue. He is carrying a black drawstring bag slung over their arm. He has light colored skin and eyes with irises that are a very light blue, almost white. He is running from a flock of murderous brown And red harpies. His Face and hands are covered in scratches, and His Jeans are slightly torn on one leg near the bottom. There is a small bloody wound on His forehead. Following him, almost at his shoulders, is a Snowy Owl. One of the Harpies attack, swooping at Him and clawing at his back. He falls down, but springs back up almost immediately, yelling for help. The harpy, upon making contact, Stops flying as their talon they struck him with momentarily freezes over, and the harpy falls out of the sky. He keeps running desperately.
*woooooh that took long to type*
AJ takes a stick and frowns, aiming carefully and throwing it like a spear at a harpy. It’s insanely accurate- spearing it right in the eye. But unfortunately, not made of celestial bronze. AJ cups his hands around his mouth to yell. “C’MON YOU GOT THIS! YOU’RE ALMOST THERE!”
A falcon flies over and dive bombs the harpies, causing them to temporarily disperse, giving the person wearing black an opportunity to run faster.
He makes it to the camp. He then falls over as the snowy owl lands in a tree. His right wrist seems horribly bent, probably broken. The air around him seems to drop 10 degrees. The grass within a few feet of him start collecting frost, turning white. They Groan.
The falcon flies down and changes into a 14-year old boy with a dark tan and golden hair. He throws a piece of golden taffy into your left hand and says, “Eat this.” He then walks over to AJ and does the same.
He slowly sits up and then puts it in his mouth.
You feel the heat of the ambrosia melting in your mouth. As you look to your right, you see your wrist has mended back into place.
Someone in black Jeans and a black henley shirt with red stripes on the sleeves is running for his life towards the camp. He is slightly muscular and seem to be about 15. He has black hair that fades to white, that almost seems blue. He is carrying a black drawstring bag slung over their arm. He has light colored skin and eyes with irises that are a very light blue, almost white. He is running from a flock of murderous brown And red harpies. His Face and hands are covered in scratches, and His Jeans are slightly torn on one leg near the bottom. There is a small bloody wound on His forehead. Following him, almost at his shoulders, is a Snowy Owl. One of the Harpies attack, swooping at Him and clawing at his back. He falls down, but springs back up almost immediately, yelling for help. The harpy, upon making contact, Stops flying as their talon they struck him with momentarily freezes over, and the harpy falls out of the sky. He keeps running desperately.
*woooooh that took long to type*
AJ takes a stick and frowns, aiming carefully and throwing it like a spear at a harpy. It’s insanely accurate- spearing it right in the eye. But unfortunately, not made of celestial bronze. AJ cups his hands around his mouth to yell. “C’MON YOU GOT THIS! YOU’RE ALMOST THERE!”
A falcon flies over and dive bombs the harpies, causing them to temporarily disperse, giving the person wearing black an opportunity to run faster.
He makes it to the camp. He then falls over as the snowy owl lands in a tree. His right wrist seems horribly bent, probably broken. The air around him seems to drop 10 degrees. The grass within a few feet of him start collecting frost, turning white. They Groan.
The falcon flies down and changes into a 14-year old boy with a dark tan and golden hair. He throws a piece of golden taffy into your left hand and says, “Eat this.” He then walks over to AJ and does the same.
He slowly sits up and then puts it in his mouth.
You feel the heat of the ambrosia melting in your mouth. As you look to your right, you see your wrist has mended back into place.
this makes him feel very sick. You see, it isn’t a very pleasant image. He starts freaking out.
”What’s happening? Who are you? What were those bird things? Where am i?”
A tall, lean child with shoulder-length brown hair is sitting out on a hill, with a book in their hand. They wear an orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, though very worn down, and jeans. They have a shortsword strapped to their side, and a canteen hanging from their belt.
He spots a pale kid with black hair waving at him from the edge of the barrier, an injured kid on the ground
They look over, drop their book and run over. "Holy Hades, what happened here?"
*this is me expecting nothing else happened in the time i was gone but they're probably already gone*
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Someone in black Jeans and a black henley shirt with red stripes on the sleeves is running for his life towards the camp. He is slightly muscular and seem to be about 15. He has black hair that fades to white, that almost seems blue. He is carrying a black drawstring bag slung over their arm. He has light colored skin and eyes with irises that are a very light blue, almost white. He is running from a flock of murderous brown And red harpies. His Face and hands are covered in scratches, and His Jeans are slightly torn on one leg near the bottom. There is a small bloody wound on His forehead. Following him, almost at his shoulders, is a Snowy Owl. One of the Harpies attack, swooping at Him and clawing at his back. He falls down, but springs back up almost immediately, yelling for help. The harpy, upon making contact, Stops flying as their talon they struck him with momentarily freezes over, and the harpy falls out of the sky. He keeps running desperately.
*woooooh that took long to type*
AJ takes a stick and frowns, aiming carefully and throwing it like a spear at a harpy. It’s insanely accurate- spearing it right in the eye. But unfortunately, not made of celestial bronze. AJ cups his hands around his mouth to yell. “C’MON YOU GOT THIS! YOU’RE ALMOST THERE!”
A falcon flies over and dive bombs the harpies, causing them to temporarily disperse, giving the person wearing black an opportunity to run faster.
He makes it to the camp. He then falls over as the snowy owl lands in a tree. His right wrist seems horribly bent, probably broken. The air around him seems to drop 10 degrees. The grass within a few feet of him start collecting frost, turning white. They Groan.
The falcon flies down and changes into a 14-year old boy with a dark tan and golden hair. He throws a piece of golden taffy into your left hand and says, “Eat this.” He then walks over to AJ and does the same.
He slowly sits up and then puts it in his mouth.
You feel the heat of the ambrosia melting in your mouth. As you look to your right, you see your wrist has mended back into place.
this makes him feel very sick. You see, it isn’t a very pleasant image. He starts freaking out.
”What’s happening? Who are you? What were those bird things? Where am i?”
“You’re being healed by the magical properties of ambrosia. I am Basel. Those were Harpies. You’re in Camp Half-Blood.”
A falcon flies over and dive bombs the harpies, causing them to temporarily disperse, giving the person wearing black an opportunity to run faster.
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“What’s happening?!?!?!?!??!?!??!” they yell back, almost to the camp.
He makes it to the camp. He then falls over as the snowy owl lands in a tree. His right wrist seems horribly bent, probably broken. The air around him seems to drop 10 degrees. The grass within a few feet of him start collecting frost, turning white. They Groan.
"Maybe"
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The falcon flies down and changes into a 14-year old boy with a dark tan and golden hair. He throws a piece of golden taffy into your left hand and says, “Eat this.” He then walks over to AJ and does the same.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He slowly sits up and then puts it in his mouth.
You feel the heat of the ambrosia melting in your mouth. As you look to your right, you see your wrist has mended back into place.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
this makes him feel very sick. You see, it isn’t a very pleasant image. He starts freaking out.
”What’s happening? Who are you? What were those bird things? Where am i?”
They look over, drop their book and run over. "Holy Hades, what happened here?"
*this is me expecting nothing else happened in the time i was gone but they're probably already gone*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
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“You’re being healed by the magical properties of ambrosia. I am Basel. Those were Harpies. You’re in Camp Half-Blood.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Thomas is in the amphitheater training with a longsword.
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(Morning)
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*Morning*
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(how are you)
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I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*Pretty good. How are you?*
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(I'm okay)
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I am failure and perfection
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Of walking life like it's a wire
*Thats good. Wanna rp?*
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*Alright*
Thomas is training with a longsword in the amphitheater.
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Luna goes over "Why do you have a sword?"
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