ｔｅｇａｎ ｋｈｏｌ
Wearing;; XxXxX | Tagged;; No-one | Huntress of Artemis
As she stepped through the camp's borders, Tegan's eyes fell over the many cabins that dotted her vision. The small thought of camp had cropped up when they were told to come here by their matron herself - and Tegan was a little more than reluctant to join the others. But as their leader, she had to come to the camp that she had joined Artemis' Maidens just to get away from. And yet, the beautiful views of camp as the sun was high in the sky and the aroma of strawberries was wafting through her nose, she couldn't help the small smile that came to her mouth.
Though the camp also gave her memories she would rather have suppressed. In short, Leonides. Her arms wrapped around herself, the whip disguised as bracelets wrapped around her right arm - the arm which was dominant. Continuing the journey up the hill, her huntresses walked behind her, murmuring about not moving for a few minutes, which she guessed they didn't understand. "Hurry." She said to them, and they hurried their paces a little, walking toward the Big House, which was where one of the younger and less experienced Huntresses would ask for permission to recruit some of the girls in Camp Half-Blood. That was their main reason for being here - that, and some of the Maidens had family members here.
ｄｅｘｔｅｒ ｊｅｎｓｏｎ ｌｏｗｅ
Wearing;; XxX | Tagged;; No-one | Son of Hestia
After waking up from a long night of nightmares and fears, Dex looked around the room, sighing softly as he looked at the fire in the corner of the room. Hestia was the goddess of the Hearth - The Home - and yet, why did he never feel like he was at home? Why did he always feel like a wolf in a sheep's clothing?
These questions lay unanswered as he stepped out of his cabin with a sigh, stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets, the jeans which he had slept in the previous night after passing out on the bed.
It was midday, and he saw the Huntresses walking down the hill yet had no inclination to stay here to watch as their smug faces walked up to him and scolded him for being of the opposite sex. Shaking his head softly, the male walked away from them, toward the lake. He was not a son of Poseidon, and yet he found water relaxing. He often swum in the lake to get rid of his thoughts, and to just focus on not drowning.
The view of the camp was a beautiful one, but he preferred not to look at it, because he was more focused on leaving the place rather than watching it with a fake smile on his face. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he watched the water ripple with a gentle sigh.
Wearing;; XxXxX | Tagged;; No-one | Huntress of Artemis
As she stepped through the camp's borders, Tegan's eyes fell over the many cabins that dotted her vision. The small thought of camp had cropped up when they were told to come here by their matron herself - and Tegan was a little more than reluctant to join the others. But as their leader, she had to come to the camp that she had joined Artemis' Maidens just to get away from. And yet, the beautiful views of camp as the sun was high in the sky and the aroma of strawberries was wafting through her nose, she couldn't help the small smile that came to her mouth.
Though the camp also gave her memories she would rather have suppressed. In short, Leonides. Her arms wrapped around herself, the whip disguised as bracelets wrapped around her right arm - the arm which was dominant. Continuing the journey up the hill, her huntresses walked behind her, murmuring about not moving for a few minutes, which she guessed they didn't understand. "Hurry." She said to them, and they hurried their paces a little, walking toward the Big House, which was where one of the younger and less experienced Huntresses would ask for permission to recruit some of the girls in Camp Half-Blood. That was their main reason for being here - that, and some of the Maidens had family members here.
ｄｅｘｔｅｒ ｊｅｎｓｏｎ ｌｏｗｅ
Wearing;; XxX | Tagged;; No-one | Son of Hestia
After waking up from a long night of nightmares and fears, Dex looked around the room, sighing softly as he looked at the fire in the corner of the room. Hestia was the goddess of the Hearth - The Home - and yet, why did he never feel like he was at home? Why did he always feel like a wolf in a sheep's clothing?
These questions lay unanswered as he stepped out of his cabin with a sigh, stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets, the jeans which he had slept in the previous night after passing out on the bed.
It was midday, and he saw the Huntresses walking down the hill yet had no inclination to stay here to watch as their smug faces walked up to him and scolded him for being of the opposite sex. Shaking his head softly, the male walked away from them, toward the lake. He was not a son of Poseidon, and yet he found water relaxing. He often swum in the lake to get rid of his thoughts, and to just focus on not drowning.
The view of the camp was a beautiful one, but he preferred not to look at it, because he was more focused on leaving the place rather than watching it with a fake smile on his face. Pulling his knees up to his chest, he watched the water ripple with a gentle sigh.
