Steven Jackson
Minor Gods
Nyx
Its so funny how people who know the least about you, have the most to say
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Post by Steven Jackson on Dec 23, 2011 19:52:57 GMT -5
(I see you don't have a Half-Blood Hill boards, so I'll do it here)
A boy stumbled out of the woods. His clothes were torn and his body was bloody and injured. His brown hair was matted and caked with mud. His navy eye reflected fear and fatigue. He searched the area for a safe place, or someone who could help him.
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Colton White
Minor Gods
I am the smiling demon. The son of the Death God.
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Post by Colton White on Dec 24, 2011 17:22:18 GMT -5
Colton had been lazing off like usual. He hung out in the trees, dozing off somewhat peacefully. Beside him, trying to futilly wake him up, was his personal servant ghost friend, Andrew, the son of Apollo. Or so he had been when he was still alive. The son of Thanatos had taken a liking in this particular ghost and often kept him summoned just for company. Colton didn't like talking to others. He was a former rogue demigod on his own, and as a son of the death god, he gave off an unpleasant aura that caused other demigods to dislike the boy. Another result of being a rogue demigod was the fact that he never let his guard down. Even now, as he was sleeping, the moment he heard footsteps, he was awake without Andrew needing to warn him of another's prescence.
Colton sat bolt upright and had drawn his sword. With a slash the speed of lightning, he had cut into the ghost beside him. Andrew let out a yelp of surprise. He was absorbed into Phantom, the sword gleamed black. It took the form of a long black bow, the obvious work of Apollo. Colton's sword was special. It could absorb a spirit and take the form of the spirit's former weapon. In this case, Andrew's bow.
"My dear god, master! Why are you so tense? It's probably just another camper-" The ghost began complaining from inside the bow, but was cut off with a sharp and withering blue glare.
Colton pulled back the string, a shadow dancing between his fingers to form a long, black arrow. He was about to sent it whistling at whatever camper had dared to wake him up, but stopped when the kid came into view. It wasn't any camper he had seen before, but he could sense he was a demigod. Some demigod with darker powers. Colton narrowed his eyes and let his obsidian arrow disperse into shadows, fleeing the light. He threw his bow over his shoulder. The ghost didn't protest, he had seen too. The kid was injured. Now Colton wasn't one that helped others, but this wasn't a time to be complaining. The kid looked about ready to faint. In a moment, he had swooped down from the tree, landing behind the younger demigod. He eyed him warily, his sharp and cold blue eyes distrustful. "You're injured." He noted bluntly. "Come with me, I'll take you to the infirmary."
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