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    The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  wolfHhowling on Mon Jan 01, 2018 11:34 pm

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    The first day of school, at Hade's plutonian shore Academy.... the last student body is now in tarterus because they all pissed him off to much....

    So fresh new student body....

    Each student has a choice of dorms.

    The lonely look out tower, that over looks the lake and perfect for any hopeless romantics

    The haunted cabin, which is where death lives... So if you don't mind being creeped out have fun.

    The barn... yes you can live in the barn. Hades does not care, you sleep in the lofts or in the stalls, he doesn't have animals, but if you want pets you live in the barn.

    The Ten/shack. The tents as its called is a group of tens that are also part shed or shack... the weird hybrid is in the middle of the campus, and is the only place, hades completely (insert F word here) despises, good luck.

    You all have just arrived for what ever god forsaken reason.

    The gates are large and iron, depictions of hell are in them, horrific screams and iron flames to ward off any of the soundest of minds. The Gates are ajar, as if patiently waiting to consume you and your souls. a raven lights at the top, ware the skull and cross bones sits.

    it caws " The night plutonian shore, welcome all, find your dorms for to night is doom for you all " he cackled happy with itself " come on come on, come come, find your place of dwelling, the castle is spooky and full of blood, but we all do very well " he stood on one foot " quoth the raven never more, on to nights plutonian shore, those who wish to perish not, step forward, those who wish to perish step forward, but quoth the raven never more." and just like that, the bird flys away, leaving you with a thick sens of foreboding dread.


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  Arkham Outlaw on Sun Jan 28, 2018 10:20 pm

    Aphrodite—goddess of sexuality, love & beauty—wife of hephaestus—girdle & mirror—location;; leaving building—tagging;; Hephaestus—ooc;; //
    The movie was not as boring as she’d initially thought from the trailer—although she had jumped at two different parts and crawled almost into Hephaestus’ lap during one of the more suspenseful moments. Aphrodite had a high tolerance for things yet she startled easily. Love was unpredictable as she was; sometimes she’d tough out entire entire horror movies, others the minor things would unnerve her.

    When they left the theater, she clasped her hand in his without needing prodding; lips pulled into a demure smile as they ventured down the scarlet carpet. She believed that his restaurant wasn’t far... “We could walk there,” she suggests, sighing softly as she breathed in the air. “It’s certainly a nice enough day for a stroll.” she leaned in slightly, letting their clasped hands swing to and fro. It was surprisingly.. nice. Aphrodite hadn’t gone out like this for decades, or so it felt.



    Eros—god of love, desire & attraction—single—love/hate arrows & wings—location;; Thoria’s Room —tagging;; Thoria —ooc;; //
    Eros was surprised to find himself within Thoria’s room, though a bit grateful. He had no means of telling whether or not his dad or mum might be checking in on his room, so he’d be able to avoid them seeing him beat up. ‘Gods know what dad will do if he finds out,[/i]’ he thought with a shudder. Aphrodite wasn’t overbearing, she let his handle his own fights but he didn’t feel confident that Hephaestus wouldn’t be flaming mad should he learn of this bullying. The others had it lucky, he had three powerful parents ready to burst into his life or embarrass him by coddling.

    He winced as he stretched out the bad wing in front of a mirror, weary gaze inspecting the damage. His eyes got watery as he saw the missing feathers. His wing looked ugly. He felt so mortified to know that Thoria had seen it in such disarray. Some son of beauty he was. Eros panted as he slowly refolded his wing against his back, a shiver passing through at the surge of pain. “Can you help me set it?” he asks, grimacing. It didn’t feel like the bone was in place and he’d have to use something to keep it there once he had things right. They should see someone with experience- but still he rebelled against the idea of it.



    Fenrir—nordic wolf—single—chains & trickster blade—location;; outside, entering building / Persephone's Classroom—tagging;; Elise / Persephone—ooc;; //
    He had propped his chin up on his elbows, defensiveness leaking from every pore as he took a mental assessment of the room. There were plants, desks and other such things. He eyed the large plant that the teacher was petting cautiously, evidently a bit intimidated by Venus. ‘Danger. Bite. Safe’ he thought to himself, wolf instincts making him want to keep his gaze on the locates threat even as he saw others within the room. His lip rose, curling back as he started to snarl. The sound fell short as Elise’s voice rang out. It triggered someone within him, voice erupting in a deeper humming, almost a purring. The sound filled the room and seemed to pulsate inside those within- Fenrir inhaled, sharply, and swore underneath his breath as he realized he’d just been humming a mating call to two females by mistake.

    Fenrir lifted his chin and dug his nails into the desktop, face lowered as he hide the rising pink flush by keeping his hair in his face. “You... are wolf?” he asked to Elise without prior greeting, head tilted to the side. It had almost sounded as if she had offered a mating call first, however her voice had been higher.. perhaps it wasn’t the Nordic song he was used to. “You smell like flowers,” he added, sniffing as he looked at Persephone. She didn’t seem human... but she looked to young to be the teacher. That was how to be social, he believed? It didn’t seem to dawn on him that it might be strange to go around sniffing girls.



    Artemis—goddess of the hunt & moon—eternal maiden—silver brow & hunting knives—location;; Girl's Locker-room—tagging;; open to chat—ooc;; assuming that Dev is a virgin btw
    The only reason the goddess did not tense was because she sensed purity within this boy. It wasn’t forgotten that she has been charged or being protected of children, both male and female. The Greeks believed a boy was a male at fourteen yet as times changed, the proper age was eighteen now. This boy was a child in her eyes, hardly a threat and still within her protection. “Thank you” she said, taking the flier even if she was unsure of what it might be.

    Her brows knit as she looked it over. A dance? Oh dear gods, she did not know how to dance. Artemis lived in the wilds, danced with her nymphs and laughed beneath moonlight. She’d never been held by a man, not since- Orion. His name cut into her heart. Her voice was noticeably choked as she nodded and responded, “Y-yes.. it’s alright, I understand why you informed me.” Artemis smiled reassuringly and patted Devon on the cheek, as she might of done to one of her own hunters. “I will try not to maim anyone who tries.” She spoke as a jest, yet it was fairly obvious that she wasn’t kidding. She’d like to see what happened to any man who attempted to so much as touch her without permit.



    Hera—goddess of marriage & woman—wife of zeus—crown of olympus & peacock sword—location;; outside Hades’ Office—tagging;; Typhon / Hades—ooc;; //
    The goddess was a flurry of movement as she readied herself. Hair was skillfully in a braided updo, as was only right for a married woman; ignoring that it wasn’t a happy marriage, though. Hera wore a fitted forest green dress that clung to her well enough as to not disguise the round swell of her abdomen, a pair of dainty blue heels with peacock feathers designed in the sides out of jewels. Overall, she felt dressed to impress—a every day necessity when one was queen of Olympus. Her duty for the day was far more important, however: Hera would be fulfilling her favorite role, not as monarch but mother. She moved through the halls at a brisk pace, polite apologies given in passing as she headed towards Hades’ office. Her eyes widened as she saw that he has arrived first, before a soft smile spread across her face. “Oh, baby, it’s wonderful to see you— look how much you’ve grown!” she gushed.  

    Tenderness in her eyes, she wiped the tears that formed in hers. There was no one to stop her this time and no deity in her path. The heels meant that she didn’t need to stand on end as her hand went to his hair, caressing it gently as she would do when he fell asleep on her lap before, or when tucking him into his comfortable bed in the luxurious quarters he owned in her parents’ beach castle. This was still her son, she wouldn’t let the fact that he was nearing adulthood stop her from doting. Her arms wrapped around him, the hug a bit awkward as her baby bump got in the way, but she melted against him, a sad smile as she mourned all the years lost because of her husband. She’d make up for them—each year, every moment of every day.. she’d make it right, even if it took her an eternity. “I thought I could come in with you, when you speak to Lord Hades—if that’s alright.” She explained, reluctantly removing her arms off him, though she kept one hand on his arm; as if to reassure herself that he was still there.
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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  wolfHhowling on Thu Feb 01, 2018 1:57 am

    The school had been abuzz as a week ago the fliers had been passed out about the dance, though as it were classes had to be postponed as Chaos and Mayhem overwhelmed the school, which to Cains charging had nothing to do with him, or any of the gods to be honest. The constant torrent of rain, had put a dismalness over everyone and everything. In fact it wouldn't stop raining.

    Hades lord and master of the underworld, and this blasted school, loomed over everything as he looked through a window in the upper tower, looking down at the people below with a look of utter perplexity. The students were one thing, but there had been so much hate, so much loathing in the hearts of them that it made him fear for there souls, him lord of the underworld was worried about a bunch of no good power wielding brats and gods who didn't belong in his stupid poor excuse for a home. Everything beat the underworld, but at this point going there would be a vacation something was wrong and he couldn't put a finger on it. The Helen of Troy dance, was something that was fun and interesting, it was something that normally delighted students, and yet no one was making a move to kidnap anyone.  Furthermore aside from himself only Hessy wasn't bothered by the gloom, which was honestly very odd if he thought about it. Hessy was a god with a pure heart one of creation and love, one that would beat through out the ages of time. He knew this, and he was use to the underworld. So that could explain why the gloom wasn't getting to him, or was it something else.  It got to the point, that poor Hessy was run ragged, breaking this or that squabble appart. He mused something was odd indeed, when Hessy walked past some one, it was if they returned to themself, he had no such ability currently, did it have to do with Hessy's forge? He continued to pounder as he looked down, he would observe. He didn't know if it was luck, or fat that Hessy seemed to be drawn to his wife. Hessy loved her that is true, but he seemed to know that if she was left with out him for long, her heart too would be corrupted by the god horrid weather. Even the god of time, was getting well pissy.

    Ming had gone to sleep when the rains came, and hand not woke, since, her powers seemed to also keep a big barrier near her. Not even Hessy could pass through it, not even Cain could figure it out, and as far as Hades was concerned neither could he. The place she was sound asleep in was unaffected, untouched, but no one could pass through the barrier, not even Ace himself, the lord of Time, the god of all the gods.  Which was concerning, very so, as she kept whispering, as if to call the god of Decay to join her, uttering the gods name over and over again, soft as a whisp.

    Lotus the goddess of both winter and spring, had ventured off into the lake, her ice and snow whirled and formed an island out there days ago, and on that island she had stayed, her ice powers had frozen much of the lake, and it was becoming a problem, as she was afraid of herself, and her strength the ice that encased her, would not stop growing, would not stop, and it was only by Hessy's flames that the ice didn't go past the edge of the lake. She couldn't summon the spring with in her heart, couldn't thaw her ice, she was becoming an unholy thing. A horror she was sure.

    Thora, the mighty god thor, as a girl, sat on the large rock out side  her quarters, and just wept, sitting in the rain, for the thunder would no come, the lighting would not rage, they would not come to her call her power, her strength her anything. THey were lost to her, and what made matters worse, Her beloved hammer, would not and could not be lifted by her or anyone. She feared the worse, for a week now, she was nothing more then human, and could all most feel death creep up on hear as if it stalked her wanted her immortal soul as much as she deemed it untakeable. She feared, for the first time she feared, she couldn't protect the poor winged man she had tended, nor herself anymore, and such a sweet thing as the lord Eros was, her heart could be easily bruised by his words that he swung this and that. For he intruth was the son of war and it showed in this unholy rain.

    Loki the god of tricks, had more then once tried to leave, call his adoptive dad, but in the end had ended up having to relentlessly stand before the mighty Ares, and bind him in his chains. He was tired, and yet he was the only one who could stop Ares from raging, from destroying. HIs chains were not illusions, and this bothered him, he couldn't preform any trick with out it being Real, even if he wanted it not to be, he couldn't it wouldn't it would not. This was the realm of these greek gods, these beings of Olympus but yet he could hold the mighty ares, but why, He for once in his life, feared to find the truth as to why he couldn't control his powers , that they were real even if he wanted illusions, he was tired, he was strong, he was weak, he wanted he needed to sleep. But knew if he did, then the mighty Ares would destroy all in his wake, and how could his chains keep. Loki raised his tired and ragged head to look into the eyes of his captor, who neither slept nor eat but raged against his ever binding chains, and knew that this god had no reason, which had made and given Ares his strength, and him, he had no joy in his heart, and for the first time in ever, Loki loathed the rain with all his heart.

    Ares in Loki's chains was still berserk even after all this time, still raging, threatening to pull free from those chains, threatening to scream and roar, and rage forever, if it hadn't been hessy who had shoved a rag in his mouth about four days ago, no one would have gotten any sleep, as everyone was rather sure, one of Ares's powers, was to never loos his (insert F word here) voice. He struggled and strained, balked and growled still even though Loki held him fast, grinding the rag to ribbons so that hessy would have to continually replace them. It was taking a tole on the god, as bruises were starting to show from his struggles, he couldn't thing couldn't reason, and the real ares was trapped with in his own thoughts.

    Death, kept seeing Thanatos, his former self, run through the camp, and he stalked the shadow that was him, stalked it as if it was the demon that caused this dismal hell, he walked as the grim reaper, the one humans depict, while he chased his former self, fear laden on that phantoms face, and if he asked, people cowered and ran, or stood and called him insane. Couldn't anyone see himself running away from him? Couldn't they see him lurking in the shadows tormenting? Couldn't they see how horrid he was to have witnessed this? He cared not about anything, as the rain beat on him, and he chased a phantom a wicked thing with his face, that no one but him could see.

    Fate, Sat in the mud, staring at his rusty blades, or what he thought were rusty blades, but in reality they were in there sheaths. Encased as it were, in thee misery. He stared at the sheaths as if they had taken Glory and Honor from him, when the sheaths themselves stood for Virtue and Humility. Yet he stared at them as if they were lies and pain, and not what they were, and he could not free his blades from there entrapment, he couldn't remember there names. He sat and harmlessly clawed as his seathed swords, and if it wasn't for hessy putting gloves on the lands hands, he would have torn the flesh to the bone. HIs face was haunted, at best as he continued, to the point ware he was on his second pair of gloves.

    Blood, had a problem, he couldn't remember the name he had given his boat, so he couldn't go to the underworld, to clear his head of the fog, he could't find mercy, didn't even know the meaning of the world, and wondered around as if he was lost, as if he couldn't see, and if it wasn't for Hessy's good thinking, he would have wondered the earth if it weren't for him being tied to the tree. The chain having to be replaced and the earth moved back to ware it had been as blood was waring a ditch into the earth from his walking, eyes wide and staring into nothing.


    Ace sat, and mindlessly drank on a couch in the soaking wet rain, having a gay old conversation with a man named Pete, who or what pete was no one really knew and if you asked Ace about pete, he would look at you like you were nuts, and go on muttering about pete. While the rain beat down, and he drank bottle after bottle after bottle. He could see it, a boy neither of heaven or hell, sitting in front of him asking him questions the more he evaded the more he was compelled and damned to talk to pete, pete, he wouldn't answer much, but he wanted to know, he felt like he was forgetting something or some one, and who the hell was him? what ws his name he stared back at pete and drank deep again.



    Hessy was tired, there was soot on his face, his fingers bled in places, bandaged up tightly, a beared was starting to grow, and he looked more tired and ragged then if Death had left him chained to the forge. He had replaced Blood's rope, Fates' gloves, moved the earth back, had given Loki a refreshing power drink, how many of those he'd need to make he had no idea. He had lit the fires again at the lakes edge, had chopped away at the ice wall, had checked to see how Ming was doing, had replaced Ace's booze with some water, in hopes that might help clear the gods mind, had gotten Death to go take a damn nap, and over all had put his beloved Eros in a gilded cage, out side, ware he wouldn't pissed off hades with his potty mouth. He sat beside his wife pulled her into his side. Could feel her loosen up come back to her self, as he pulled her into his lap to watch out the window the chaos below, he whispered softly into her hair " my love my love, I am going to hold you while I take a nap, if those below get out of hand, wake me gently  " he said with tired eyes that would sooth poor hearts. " My love my love, do no stray far, if you do what ever has there souls, will try to take yours, and I am the one who burns away the fingers trying to take you away, stay with me a while while I nap, so that you can be yourself "

    Sorrow, walked this way and that, his hand passing through things, not only was he a phantom not even his father could see, his brothers paid him no mind, no one remembered him, and he walked like a ghost. Sorrow had been forgotten a figment of everyone fantasies, yet....  Hessy had looked on him several times, and asked ware are you boy. Ware was he? He was the death that protected and this rain, he couldn't stop, no one could. He couldn't protect anyone, and so he sat beside hessy, the only one among them who could see him, curled up to Hessy' and Aphrodite side and cried himself to sleep, for he had no voice, that anyone could hear but him, and it had gone hoarse from calling his brothers, his father, his uncles and now he curled up beside the god of the forge and cried, knowing that the god of flame and fire, could feel his pain and give him the comfort of that warmth the heat from curling beside him.


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  Dark Silence on Thu Feb 01, 2018 9:53 pm

    Twist was all out of sorts. Like the popular myth, he was fate incarnate, and thus had three powerful forms: the Beginning, the Journey, and the End. In the madness, he had no control over his mind, and no control over his form. Like the goddess Hecate, his form changed throughout the day. In the morning, he was the Beginning, and tried to help people in.... whatever they were doing. Around midday, he would shift into the Journey, and just..... watch. And wait. The evening and night were the most disturbing, as he turned into the End, and took his every shifting tool as Atropis, the scythe that ended any thread it cut, and wandered aimlessly, mindlessly ending all those who fell into his domain. Caine actually was helpful in this, and made a soundproof, windowless room to contain the god, as him becoming the End had started sooner and sooner in the day.

    Tsuki retreated into isolation herself. The girl only feared one thing, and that was the other voice that resided in her; the Moon Goddess that not only provided her power, but drove her to want to create an eternal night to rule as Queen over. Tsuki didn't want that, but as the rain continued, her voice grew louder and louder, and poor Tsuki made Hessy lock her in her own room, screaming and clawing at herself as she tried to defy and make the ever louder goddess go away and be quiet.

    King's watch was broken. The son of Time kept flickering in and out of existence, his powers haywire. His mind was empty.... empty of thoughts and emotions and memories. The area around him distorted and flickered too, jumping backwards and forwards in time incoherently within seconds. King remained in one spot, with the only contant being the rain beating evermore onto his head. He was long since drenched, but whether that was a recent event or not, there was no telling. His time was broken.

    Locust was primal. He was in his monstrous, lich like attire, and like Twist, sought to do as his creation intended; to disease and end. The ground he walked withered and died and turned to ash,. The very things he touched as he walked past grew ill. Caine did his best to contain the Elder God, using his powers from afar to distort the land around Locust so his path wouldn't cross anyone else's.

    Elise giggled like a bubbly girl as she grew the forest of the fae, some of the small creatures already calling her their new queen. This would be her home. She would make her mother proud and start a new reign of Fae here, and she would build the forest as primal and as savage as the Faerie Queens of old. She might not have been full blooded fae, but she was just as chaotic and powerful, as proven now. A couple minor demigods already had tried to stop her or do something to her. What exactly was never found out, as now they were various flowerring bushes and trees. Nothing was stopping her.

    Viktoria was on a warpath. If Ares was to be concerned with razing everything to the ground, the vampire was just doing the job he wasn't, and no one could stop her. No man or woman had defeated her yet, and numbers seemed to be a non issue. There was only one sliver of hope though; she was hunting someone, and only attacked those who tried to stop her or got in her way. She was hunting Ares with a berserk and blood raged fire, destroying everything mindlessly on her search for the god of war, and taking extra time to destroy anything she found of his.

    Typhon was a monster, or at least as close to one as his bindings would allow. The monstrous god had taken to killing anyone in his path brutally, and even  in his restricted form, managed to kill a few stupid and naive minor and unimportant gods that would not be missed so they aren't named here. Typhon's rage would have slaughtered all gods (but Hera, who was immune to his rage and he would kind of just stop and stare at her if he saw her), but Caine interfered and sent Typhon under an enchanted sleep. Caine had to daily renew the spell, as Typhon, even bound as he was, indeed was one of the strongest immortals to have happened.

    Caine was running himself ragged. The mysterious spell had affected him; just not as much as others. Caine was covered in constantly bleeding gashes, and he heard his voice whispering..... the voice of his older brother he had helped murder: Cipher, the Prince of the Void. However, while Caine had been imprisoned, he had stared into the maddening emptiness for thousands of years, and constantly had heard his whisperings from the beyond. It was a nuisance that made him haunted and tested his sanity, but Caine was a stubborn god and persevered as best he could. As a precaution though, Caine had given Hessy his two pistols, one of Chaos and the other Order, for safe keeping until Caine felt more in control again.


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  Arkham Outlaw on Thu Feb 01, 2018 10:50 pm

    Aphrodite—goddess of sexuality, love & beauty—wife of hephaestus—girdle & mirror—location;; Aphrodite's Room—tagging;; Hephaestus—ooc;; //
    It called to her. The song of the sea, it thrummed in her very soul and sometimes she could hear nothing else, not even the voice of a friend or loved one. Aphrodite hadn’t felt such a drive surge within since she’d been a young goddess, only created that day, a urge to break the surface of the sea and leave the comfort of her mother for the earth. The goddess had woken once—bleary gaze parted to realize that she stood on the shore, that the sea called to her even in Morpheus’ embrace. She’d stuck mostly to her own rooms since then, finding that for a change the goddess of desires’ only desire was to curl beneath the covers and rest. The song struck a chord within the very essence of who she was, even thoughts of romance and all that she loved could not break the spell that fell over her. She wanted to answer it, to let the melody wash over her and be back in the gentle, comforting embrace of her mother—but it frightened her all the same, this power it held over her. She had left the sea once, with such a gloom in the earth, she dare not enter it, lest she never be able to return from its depths.

    Her room was mirrored after a elegant undersea palace, her bed an opened golden conch shell, gilded nets hung above -the very same ones that only entangled her and Ares- strewn about with brilliant twinkling lights, the vanity a stylized star fish shade with sea glass. Aphrodite knew her room to be lovely, how could it not when she had a master craftsman as a lord and husband? Beneath satin sheets, her fingers cradled the back of her knees, drawing herself into a small ball. A mild cramp passed through her and she gave a soft sigh, briefly finding herself wishing she could borrow her husband’s ever warm hands for a day to use as a heating pad. When she’d been late, she had wondered.. ah, but she felt sure her cycle would come any day. She heard the door open and felt the bed creak as a weight settled atop it but did not move or do more than offer a sleepy sigh and try to borrow herself deeper into her pillows. There was a pathetic whine as she felt arms pull her off the bed, pearlescent hues blinking groggily at the shape which held her. When she was put on a lap, it was more instinctual that she melded against it, thighs parting to curve around him, her arms tangling themselves behind his back. The precious warmth that seeps out of him, has a delicious moan parting her lips, lower half surging forward as the gentle heat alleviates the stabbing pains in her abdomen. Her brow creased as she felt spot on her hands. “Why’d you get up,” she murmurs, a hint of a pout marring her face. “I can’t sleep without you in my arms, without feeling your warmth.” She protests- although, Aphrodite realized it was childish, knew even that she had done little more than rest this past week. Hephaestus asked her to stay awhile longer and she snorted, amused for as if she’d leave her room when there was someone in her bed.

    Aphrodite shifted slightly at his next words. In a surprisingly display of strength -or perhaps a sign of his current lack thereof- she scoots back off his lap to stretch herself out, then coaxes him over with a tender hand to rest his weary head against her bare breasts. “The sea has beckoned me all else is fading except for the song of the sea—it weaves its melody into the rhythm of mine heart, fills my mind and courses through my veins,” she admits around a yawn, “Your arms are a far warmer trap than any net, so long as you wish me near, I will stay.” She promised with a smile as she brought his cheek against her bosom, a hand twining themselves once more in his dark locks. “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake.



    Fenrir—nordic wolf—single—chains & trickster blade—location;; outside, outside Tsuki's Room—tagging;; Tsuki —ooc;; //
    Fenrir was a creature of chaos.  The very circumstances of his birth had been chaotic and since then? He had begun in chaos and he would end in chaos. From cage to the other.. chained, shackled, contained, until the very day he grew far to powerful for them to restrain. Well, it had never really stopped had it? The world was strange and unpredictable, gods and mortals might reign for a time, the will of fate be there.. It all hauled on a string, everything had been born from chaos and to chaos all things would return. There was sense and reason, such pesky, tiresome ways, plans and consequence, every word a burden, every word a limitation. Fenrir knew what so many rejected. There was limitation. People worried for their futures, presents and past, they struggled under the weight of trying to be more than what they truly were -- destined, unpredictable, chaotic. It would work for a time, they could be a spectacle of calm and peace but in the end.. in the end everything would unravel. Even the gods for one dynasty would lead to another, things were always changing, everything was selfish. Everything had their own little quirks that made it impossible for anything but chaos and the unpredictability of the universe to win out. That never stopped people from attempting - oh no. People.

    Not him, never him; it was ever curious to watch, ever baffling, he would never understand because how could chaos begin to understand reason? Of course, Fenrir recognized its uses, recognized the end result of his domain, would not be what is was without another.  He was who he was, a taste of chaos that left people gasping and withered. The edge of madness, the beast within everyone, accepting chaos as it was. Wonderful wasn't it? It never ceased to be. Yet through the gloom and doom that lurked around... Fenrir did not relish. He did not triumph. Because he was more than the monster that they made him out to be. Instead the mighty wolf sat silent sentry, in his wolven form in front of a door. He sensed the presence of the moon within, felt it resonating in his very core. He was destruction, he was chaotic.. but he was still a wolf, still considered himself more animal than god, he the rejected child of the trickster. The moon was bleeding red, it was suffering, he could feel anguish in the air, taste it on his very tongue. And so, as the screams burst from within, as the young girl cried and spilt her own blood.. he lifted his ebony muzzle and howled a soothing serenade.



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    It burned her from the inside out. It was like eating rot, a worm, taking over, clutching at her throat, a choking, horrible sort of sensation. It made her feel sick sometimes, and even the strongest of women would break and crumble under the weight of what she had to go through. It was a fury, burning brighter than a thousand suns within her, like if all the warmth and fire from Helios unforgivingly threatened to consume her. Hera wanted the burn this school down. She wanted to rage and rage - yet she was a queen, a ruler of Olympus. Had felt years and years of disrespect from her husband. She could endure this, could brave herself. Hera was in full mother mode, torn between her children, the son that she had always wanted but never had.. and the other, the one she had doubted, the one she had wanted in the end, when it was far far to late; Hephaestus, the son she did not deserve. Her children, the one true weakness within the queen’s very core. The children that could make her feel so vulnerable that she hated it with all her might.

    The room around her was floating. Every single object, every single vase suspended in air with the sheer force of her anger. And with nothing but one loud-pitched scream, they all shattered into pieces, falling on the floor all at once. Hera closed her eyes, hung her head, and took a deep breath. It had not been enough. Would it ever be enough? She clutched her unborn child, silent tears trekking down her soft face. 'How long before I lose you to?' she cried silently. 'How long before I drive you off?' Because it was her fault, it was her fault. She had failed to be a mother and she had failed to be a wife- perhaps if she had.. perhaps Zeus' sins were because of her. This darkness had dulled her thoughts, sent her heart into shambles, broken something in her that was not so easily mended. With nothing but a shimmering light, she disappeared from her now destroyed chamber, only to reappear. She had not agreed to this. She could never agree to this.. Typhon had been a child of her own womb. So when the others had reached to a decision to put him to sleep, she cried. She told them no. She couldn't allow her son, the one she had watched raised, had kept an eye on, had loved so damn hard that it made her heart burst, suffer the consequences of her sin. She descended on his room, appeared on his bed, his hand on her lap. Tenderness in her eyes, she wiped the tears that formed in her eyes. No one was around, so she sat next to him, a sad smile on her lips. Her hand went to his hair, caressing it gently as she would do when he fell asleep on her lap before. This was still her son. There was just temporary - he would be woken.  Because should anything remotely endanger her Typhon, she would bring him back, and defy the entire pantheon if she had to. "Good night, you are mother's delight. I'll protect you from harm, and you'll wake in my arms. Sleepyhead, close your eyes, for I'm right beside you. Guardian angels are near, so sleep without fear.  Her voice was soft as she kept on caressing his hair, singing a lullaby as he slept. Finally, once the song was done, she leaned forward, pressing her lips against his forehead, letting them linger there affectionately. Her child. She could not cry. She would not cry. She had to stand strong - yet a sob escaped her lips and with it, the dam broke. Her arms cradled his head as she wept by his side.


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    Beneath the stormy sky, suspected in the air by a unbreakable chain, a angel was perched in a gilded cage. He watched the rest from his vantage point, knees pressed against his chest, wings tucked against his back. Some conflict was raging between the gods and the other inmates of the school - some unseen forced powerful enough to be deemed distract even fate itself. This 'battle'  waged around the gods and mortals' ability push it back and the violent throes of the gloom that caused the very earth to mourn. Trembling as its mortals did below in absolute terror and confusion. Eros observed the wreckage, felt the hearts broken and pain in the air, hugging his knees tightly to his chest, with his pale cheeks stained with tears. There was so much pain in the air. An overwhelming sadness of the land and its people.

    The god once bright with desire and affection hugged his knees tighter in his cage, hiding his appearance from the eyes of the mortals. It would have been an odd sight to see; a deity so distraught, wracking with loud sobs above the earth, some beautiful bird that mourned the pain or others rather than the temporary loss of his freedom. The wind tore at his hair, tying it in greater knots than it was already. He brushed it back behind both ears, wiping under his eyes then with the back of both his thumbs. Wiping away tears that were immediately replaced by others.
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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  wolfHhowling on Fri Feb 02, 2018 12:03 am

    Hades had seen enough, and he himself, descended down the spiral stares, out of his tower. A wicked smile turned up part of his lips, just like when he descended to the underworld, ah yes, he could just so easily bend and twist this hell to his own liking. He could simply Lock the ones helping them away, Hessy and Aphro, Cain, they didn't need to be apart of this mess, this world, he could lock them away in the comforts of there own soul. He wasn't cruel, but then ware would he vacation if he ruled two underworlds, he sneered tapping a hand on the stone wall of the tower, " got to be careful, one should all ways preserve ones vacation spots or the world would burn I am sure " he grinned a wicked devilish sly smile. He was returning to his former self. The one who liked to play in rock bands, go drinking, dreamed of having children, the Hades who had once coveted his own poison. He snorted at that, yes the goddess of spring was a fulls move, he was the lord of the dead. Rebirth, spring, had no place in his heart, sure he was tender and kind, wasn't his brother death tender and kind. Wasn't his nephews tender and sweet, yes he wasn't a monster. But he was the lord of the dead, and those things that grew had no place with in his world. This time, he thought, " I hades lord of the Underworld King of the dead, will find a much more suiting mate, but first " he looked into the court yard his eyes flaming now with the fires of his youth which he was still in he was in his damn PRIME. He snorted, this was his domain. He snarled as he walked down the path. Hades was the second Oldest, Death was the eldest but only by and hour, he cared not. He would demand the world to right itself. He strode into the court yard, and bellowed a defining roar that cemented his right, his power, his every being, that demanded all bow in fear before him. The sound echo'd cutting off the screams, the growls, the muffled and even stopped blood in his pacing. He purred with acid, with malice, " To everyone who has not lost there ever loving damn minds, prepare yourself, for I have come to settle these damn matters, LOKI." he snapped " Keep a hold of my brother tightly, I must get from his person the horn " he said as he strode like the big bad ass mo fo he was. Ripped a small horn from the side of Are's belt, brought it to his lips, and blowed, and when it sounded, it sounded as if the ancients had come down ripped open there hearts and bowed dying before him, the sound haunting like the sea, demanding and horrid, and yet it rang with the sorrow and pain of death. The sound carried, like a haunted echo to encase the world and all with in.

    Ares struggled and roared, while his inner self, ranted and raved tried to escape the prison of his own mind. When he heard the horn, his blood ran like ice, and the god of war, froze in his tracks. There was one place war did not go, ware there was no war with in the realm of the living, and that was the depths and bottom of the sea. It feared and panicked the god so badly it broke his rage, only to be replaced with a new and more horrid response, the one thing that could drowned war, had been called, he tried to run, frantically in a rage and in a panic, it was a sight to be seen a sight behold a site, in its own right.

    Loki now fought the chains hard, trying to keep ares in one place, this was becoming an endurance of patience, and will. He was tired, but when he heard the horn, he feared the lord of the underworld, he feared what he had summoned, what had he had brought on this land. He feared because he didn't know, and for this the chains grew heavier. For this Loki held firm the god of war in place, for this the chains were hard as any thing forged of Hessy's flames, for this the stones wept.

    Ming in her self made prison of spring of nature, stopped calling the lord of decay, and began to hum softly the melody of the sea, as if she like aphrodite had been born of it. When she her self was not, she hummed softly of sadness and lost, ad while hades blue the horn left the the god of Decay's name off her lips. Causing her barrier to enlargen and grow, to sooth the soaked earth, the painful existance of moring.

    Lotus's ice chattered at the mere sound of the horn, the mear echo of it, drove her ice back as if it feared the very sound. It echod, and she screamed, she screamed lending her voice to its umholly sound.

    Blood stopped and lifted his head to the horizon, stared, before he turned his gaze back on the ground and began to pace his wondering again. Adrift, his unused voice cracked as he uttered " he comes."

    Death stopped in his tracks, both him and the phantom of himself, and stared at his brother's back. The horn. The horn was being played, the horn was summoning, the horn, the one that was given to Ares, to summon war, was the same horn if Hades blew on it, would summon, just as if he blew on it, it would not make a sound, for death is silent and it comes swift, and so only ares and Hades had powers to use such a horn, and he stared, the haunting sound when his brother blue, filled his heart with such sadness he sat and cried, for the depths of each tone.

    Fate stopped clawing at his swords, " the lord " he said his voice wrapsy " the lord, the king " he began to claw " beware he comes the lord king, Beware for " and he fell into madness clawing frantically more so at his blades, and rocking back and forth, muttering nothing.

    Ace, could hear the horn, and for a moment, he could remember one thing, but, his mind slid back into madness just as easily as it had come out of it. For his eyes saw what was before him, and his heart was sound asleep.

    Hessy nuzzled his wife, " the sea? The sea isn't calling to you my lovely wife, for it is the madness with in the rain that wants you so." he heard the horn and sighed " All will be over I am sure before the sun sets into the lake " he smiled " I love you my wife." before he soothed fell fast asleep.

    Thora had cried her self to sleep, and in her slumber, dreamed of waves that crashed and echo'd with each horn blast.

    Sorrow who lifted his ghostly head his back still resting against Hessy, and looked out the window, his voice but a faint whisper, soothing and soft, a balm in the madness, though it went on ears who could not hear him, and non could see his expresson for hessy was now fast asleep, yes this would be all over now. He smiled closing his eyes and with that tired breath uttered, " Poseidon "





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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  Dark Silence on Fri Feb 02, 2018 12:35 am

    Twist froze in his tracks as he heard the horn, sparing an unfortunate soul just enough time to run. Twist listened for a moment before he sort of flickered. "To the sea, we were born.... To the sea, we shall die.... To the sea, we shall emerge again...." he murmured. Twist kind of collapsed to his knees and shakily held his head, covering his ears to the noise, the weapon that ended lives vanished to the dimension whence it came.

    Tsuki screamed with the wolf and clawed her fingers raw on the door and long gashes etched into her arms. Once the horn sounded, she grew eerily quiet, as if Death had taken her into his fold. The girl had frozen, as the sea and moon were often linked. In her mind, the goddess reveled in triumph over the idea Posiedon himself was coming, and how she would kill him and rule over the night and sea as she rightfully should. Tsuki however did not like that plan at all, and started to sob and whimper "no" over and over and over, her back to the door. The nos just grew louder and more frantic as the horn was blown more and more until she was howling and screaming again.

    Elise roared her defiance to the horn's trumpet, daring anyone to try and stop her from reclaiming the land to it's primal form ruled by fae. No one would defy her reign as the local faerie queen. She would fight anyone for it.

    Locust paused and tilted his head. The call of the sea? The decay god shuddered and slowly changed back, his mind still muddled. The sea held it's own rules over things like disease and decay, and Locust only partially could control it. The sea..... was it's own beast that he had not mastered, and Locust would not settle for it.

    King "glitched", and for a short time, nearly erased himself from this timeline. His powers were beyond haywire, and so with no other outlet, it was his own time that was getting altered. At the sound of the horn, King's powers focused and started to eat away at his own time. "Tick tock..... tick tock...." He whimpered. "The sound of a broken clock.... Tick tock, mi amore..... My time is slowly nevermore.... Tick tock, rain dripping..... My own time away is slipping....." King flickered some more, but as time progressed forward, the time between his reappearances grew longer still.

    Viktoria hissed as she heard the horn. The vampiress screeched an unholy scream worthy of a banshee but way more warlike and threatening. The sharp sound pierced the minds of those who heard and added to the cacophony of wailing accompanying the horn of the sea's call.

    Typhon snuggled into his mother as he slept rather peacefully. His hair was surprisingly soft, and had a perpetual windblown look to it. When Hades blew the horn though, the storm god woke with a snap and roared, straining against his bonds once more. He did not move from Hera's side though, instead he held his mother close, as if daring anyone to take her from him. Typhon was mad, both in emotion and mind, as he roared defiance to the coming of the God of the Sea.

    Caine watched Hades from afar, quiet as a shadow. He trusted the god in his full power to best fix this. It was out of Caine's hands long ago; a mere side effect of being a God of Chaos was an innate ability to not induce order. He could with his brother's gun of Order, but he feared he would turn a weapon like that onto himself to escape the maddening guilt of dealing a killing blow to Cipher all those ages ago..


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  Arkham Outlaw on Fri Feb 02, 2018 2:27 pm

    Aphrodite—goddess of sexuality, love & beauty—wife of hephaestus—girdle & mirror—location;; Aphrodite's Room—tagging;; Hephaestus—ooc;; meow
    It never disappears completely. Though she tries to push it aside, as she often has, she cannot. It’s a strong spiritual pull—her being drawn near to the heart of the ocean, as naturally as the waters are recalled during the tide. Aphrodite makes no comment as he instead insists it is the rain, a flicker of confusion in her gaze as she observed him. Could it be...? Still, no one who didn't suffer from the sea longing could ever come close to comprehending its nature or the way it invaded an her heart and soul. She had known the day she rose in a conch shell, guided by the sea life, that one day to she shall fall beneath the waves; dissolve back into the foam which created her, in a far away time when the earth ceased to love.  ‘That time might not be now, though’, she mused. Perhaps it was something in the water, per se. Then again, perhaps it wasn’t. In the end, it hardly mattered to Aphrodite for now.

    When he nuzzles her, she freezes in place. The goddess tenses as he speaks, briefly distracted by the prickly hairs on his face as his mouth moves. A hand forces itself against her lips that only is removed as she noticed him falling asleep, though her chest heaves once. She giggles lightly after a moment passes, unable to hold back as his stubble brushes across her most ticklish spots. ‘Thank the heavens he’s resting,’ she mused inwardly. There was a reason she preferred to take only cleanly shaven men into her bed; if word got out that the seductive goddess of desire squealed like a schoolgirl and suffered from severe ticklishness, she doubted she’d ever hear the end of it.  Then, her attention is snapped away—eyes flying open wide at the resonating thrum that echoes within every fiber of her being. Try as she might, she could not ignore it, a sort of trance as she nearly rose out of the bed to start towards the water; briefly maddened by the dual sensations of music of the seas and the foul taint in the air. The heavy weight pressed stop her it enough to prevent what would of been a mistake, her hands running themselves through his hand, stroking his head tender as if he were a house cat.



    Fenrir—nordic wolf—single—chains & trickster blade—location;; outside, outside Tsuki's Room—tagging;; Tsuki —ooc;; //
    There was a low whine, head briefly buried between his mighty front paws as Fenrir tried to drown out the high pitched screech that stung his ears and caused his head to throb. It wasn’t familiar—though what was? This was a caged beast, he knew only the walls of his prison and the halls of his new prison, a school where he was forced alongside those that hated him. His head aches and burned; eyes seeing white as he nearly passed out at the initial shriek. It was the screams from within that had him fight back, resist the burn of his heightened hearing. Fenrir focused on her breaths, on the way her heart beat like a frightened hare, the scent of fear that reeked off her skin. ‘You are not alone,’ he thought, or wished he could of, stricken mute by his wolf form and their lack of a pack bond. ‘I am here.’ He longed to say, to comfort.

    But she would not understand, could not. Fenrir still remained by the door, leaning against it so that the resonating movements could be felt on her side, a silent form of solidarity. The scent of blood make his mind swim: he wanted to feed, he wanted to soothe, he wanted to help but he could do none. The bane of Asgard let out a small whimper, sounds that befit a sorrowful puppy in lieu of such a hound, scratching once at the door, his pathetic mewls increasingly in volume as her sobs turned to screams.  



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    The queen of the gods was simply tired. Tired of everything. Tired of being betrayed, tired of making mistakes. It wasn’t like she didn’t know exactly the mistakes she had made – she was fully conscious of all of them. But that didn’t mean she didn’t feel regret; those years wasted, those years stolen. She was a Queen. So why did she allow herself to be so possessed, time and again? Hera had only let one man take hold of her, one man control her but no more. Zeus would never taint her heart or fill her with his seed; never again, if she had her way. She was not afraid anymore.

    It is me, son” she said with a calm smile even as her eyes watered further at seeing him awake. Her hand smoothing his hair as she did when he was just a baby, as she would do even when he was old enough to have child of his own. She wrapped her arms around him in a loose embrace, closing her eyes to stop more tears from coming, holding him close, as close as she could, before leaning to give him a kiss on the top of the dark hair that was not so unlike her own strands. “Shh... you are alright,” she whispered. “No one will ever take you from me again.” Hera would fight  away Tartarus himself, challenge Hades or send her sire off his throne if it was in the defense of her blood. This was more than a queen; a mother, an Olympian, a lioness on the prowl, willing to go to any lengths for her precious cubs.


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    Some days, Theseus feels to damn tired that it hurts. The smile he forces himself, the carefree, give no shite mask melts off his face. Theseus wasn’t a angst crybaby but down says the demons just all came crashing down—he didn’t realize it was an effect of this cursed rain. He remembers the cigar burns on his arms, remembers more vividly that it wasn’t anyone who put them there but himself. The demigod could deal with his problems and hide his pain behind a smile on most days but something about the air—the rain, the storm, the overwhelmed bitterness just wasn’t willing to be bottled up today. He circles the blade around his fingers, a sort of dry smile as he wonders when the last time he’s felt okay. The school isn’t what he expected. He could fit in, find a crowd and stick to it. But it feels wrong, he feels wrong, like he’s the piece of trash that got thrown out the car window and let to rot in the street; the stain that just doesn’t belong. Theseus isn’t a god, he’s not a mortal either. Some ill fit combination of the two, one foot in a world that wants to kill him, the other in one where he wants to kill him.

    Damnit. He stops spinning the blade, it's just a simple thing he stole from the med bay, does a good job though, the cuts on his thighs and arms prove it. It doesn’t even sting anymore, he’s grown used to the burn. Theseus leans against the tile of the bathroom; it was the cleanest place to do this, tile not so easily stained as carpet. He watches the thin line leak red, a sort of fascination on his face. Drip, drip, drip- Each crimson droplet on the floor is another mess made, the stain that he feels himself to be personified by these damned clean as hell white tiles. Theseus manipulates the water into a stream to capture the mess and carry it down the drain. He brings the blade down in a quick movement, sinking it deeper into his flesh than those prior, a dry snort as the waters seem to surge, dissolving his arm of injury. “Fυck you too,” he huffed, running a hand through his hair. Well, there went his Hannah Baker fantasies.. he supposed it was right; the earth sure as hell didn’t want him, why would the sea be willing to claim his body?
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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  wolfHhowling on Fri Feb 02, 2018 4:03 pm

    The primordial stirring, had the waves, the mighty sea in an up roar.

    The lake shimmered glowed, pulsed with the power of a sea that raged. The wave rose from the lakes center, pulsed which each horn blast, then the waves washed up onto the shore crashed with a the power of an ocean wave and angry sea, and out of that wave, came a man, who was literally tossed out of it, followed by a demon of the sea. His eyes boiled with the rage of he ocean, his wings demanded the air, but he grinned with pointed teeth, as the lake returned to itself, he cocked his head much like a bird would, and looked at the people scattered this way and that. His eyes narrowed and he spoke it was if the lake shuddered in extacy for this fresh water lake had been graced by the presence of the ocean. " You have called the sea, and I have answered, I am the last and the first, and the master of its expanse, " he said the salt air clung to him, his clothing tropic, and in royal blue and caribbean hues. " I am lord of water, of the wind, " his eyes grew dark and stormy " How dare you walk on the land, when you are forever bound " he sneered then laughed " do you know how hard it is to bring this one with in the waves?" he snorted " for me it is a pain for first he hast to go of free will " he snorted. Then rose his head and simply perched, like some great bird, on a rock. His eyes bore wholes into everyone present. He voice purred " Tell me Hades, why you of all soul, dare to summon the Mighty bob?" He shook his head " One would think you'd let the world fall into this misery." he snapped then turned power rippled, as he opened a bottle he formed from thin air, one encrusted with pearls and jewels, and sucked in the rain that would not end, the horror, the evil. He stretched his wings once the sun shown, and blew forth his wings, causing the south wind, To howl, in tryumph that its lord bid him to dry the land, it did so with great vigar. " what a damned pity this rain has excaped it bindings but no more... now I must release those from there bindings." He snorted. The lake spitting lotus to sit before him. " YOu think you may freeze my waters? My winds? You are nothing and head my voice, I RULE " he snapped.

    Lotus for the first time in a week, regained control of her ice and managed to stutter out " N nno my lord " before retracting the ice, for what she now feared was not her self, and that is what had bound her, her fear was to wards this Bob.

    Hades looked at the god who had forgotten himself, who now called himself bob, who didn't know he wasn't just a sea demon but the god Poseidon, the one and only Neptune of the sea. He inclind his head in respect, he might rule over his brothers, over the dead, but he had no rule no lands with in the expanse of sea. Respect for if bob wanted too, his flames of hades would drown beneath bobs waves. He had heard rumors that in order to protect the last of Bobs kind, that they had bound him to a man, but this man was no ordinary man, a man who worshipped at his alters more or less. It frightened him to know that not even a powerful man such as the one spit before bob, could really tie him down. He said nothing as he didn't know what would cause the demon of the sea to spit and spat in his direction, he simply returned the horn to his brothers side and then gaining back his wrath his kingship challenged in a way the king of the sea " you think I so foolish to wish to rule to underworlds bah "

    Bob snapped " Pipe down Lord of the underworld, for you are no king once my waves embrace " he said strolling over to the little hut the wolf Fenir and Tsuki were in, He reached up a hand, and grabbed Fenir by the scruff of his neck " you will obey mutt " he said simply, " For even your sir Fears my waves, even Odin fears my waves " he said and commanded the wolf to " sit and stay " he said and reaching through the door, pulled out tsuki rather by the throat " Moon godess, Each night I swallow both you and the moon, each night I choose to spit you back out.... you have no power for I control the wrath of every drop " he said dropping her before him " I am bob and you should know I rule the sea " he said then Simply flitted as light as air to land on Death's shoulder " You are master of Death, of sleep and your tender heart needs not fear, For in my waves even you will drown and I death sweet death will be your penence " he purred patting death on the head, before he moved to fate " Honor and glory is what you seek, humility and Virtue is what your clawsing at, snap forth from it boy you are better then both " he said then with a sly wink at Blood " and you twin of fate, blood, I am the reason your boat doesn't sink do you not remember Mercy because I every day you cross a body of water grant it to you " he said bob had over the years grew angry pissy, and further more he hated it when people reminded him he had power. He turned his eyes on Chaos " As I am death penance you two will meat a fate by my hands I am the sea and all life crawled from my depths.." he cocked his head " I am the sea you should remember that " he said and turned to king and mearly conked him on the head " stop that boy." this ironically stopped him earasing himself, he pearched then on Aces couch " tick tock Bob's gonna clean your clock " he said pinching the Elder god " come now don't you want to play with your little brother " he teased licking his cheek " come now, you know me and I you, for that is something I will never forget " he said " and stop calling me PETE " he snapped " ITS BOB " he then flitted and with little effort to lift THora's hammer " This is yours, don't leave it ware people can trip over it, your the god of thunder and lighting for (insert F word here) sake act like it " he looked at Eros " oh a chicken in a cage, I like eating chicken" he said opening the door " settle down, no one is plucking you " he sat the boy down with a forceful thud " oh and loki, be dear and go get a life, you are just as pathetic as anything else here, and don't forget it sweet heart " he purred, turning to the god of ware, and round hous kicked him hard " wake up little god of war." He simply used a mighty wave, to wash Elis's creation into the lake " No one builds a fea forest with out my sanction, or guess what happens, it gets eaten by the ocean...... rule 56 what is on land, can become part of the ocean, very quickly " he said then flitted gracefully to ware Hera and Typhon are " well isn't that sweet I am the ocean and I sever the bonds " he smiled " I sever the bonds of the misery of his soul " he grinned as he flew up and went through Aphrodite's window " well hello there, awe Hessy is sound the cute bobbing sleep thats so adorable " he purred " Bobette, my sweet Bobette, My sea will never call you like that, my waves would never pull you from a single person who still loves as deeply as yonder god of the forge you silly little god of love... you should know the sea is just as romantic as you " he patted her " now if you excuse me I have a idiot to pull back into existence " he said and yanked a wide eyed sorrow right into this plan of existence. Sorrow just hugged bob " Yes yes, bob gives the best hugs."





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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  Dark Silence on Fri Feb 02, 2018 4:35 pm

    The man spat out the water in his lungs, coughing as Bob was summoned. He was a young man, with only one, beautiful blue eye and shoulder length black hair. The man also wore a skull and feather earring and the cursed sword of the dead on his back. The man was simply called Valentine; a necromancer of frightening power and a past shrouded in mystery. As Bob moved around, Val followed like a shadow

    The gods slowly settled back down as Bob was ever Bob-ful and reminded them of who they were.

    Tsuki choked and whimpered, her legs collapsing beneath her as Bob released her. The suddenness of it all silenced the goddess for now, but Tsuki was still exhausted and injured. She took shaky breaths as she curled into a ball on the ground.

    King was bopped back into reality, everything around him snapping back to normal. He cuddled his little dragon friend, Bluey, as he took inventory of himself. After it all checked out, King took a deep breath and went to find his dad or one of his uncles.

    Typhon roared defiance at Bob at first and held his mother closer, enraged and daring Bob to lay a hand on her. However, as Bob Bobbed as only a Bob could, Typhon's rage soothed and he relaxed back into his "human" form and more gently cuddled into Hera.

    Viktoria hissed as she continued to search for Ares, but as the storm abided, so did her single minded hunt. She relaxed and settled to watch from a distance at the goings on.

    Elise eeped as her forest disappeared, and watched Bob with a startled, deer-in-headlights expression.


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

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    Aphrodite—goddess of sexuality, love & beauty—wife of hephaestus—girdle & mirror—location;; Aphrodite's Room—tagging;; Hephaestus—ooc;; //
    The goddess doses in and out of consciousness, a sort of delirium as her mind wanders in and out of the world, fingers twirling the soft strands of his hair absently. There's always been a slight fixation on those that sleep in her bed. She's acutely aware of the peaceful expressions, the lack of stress, of worry, of trouble. It had been clear for years that her husband has many troubles writ on his face. Soot speckles his fair skin, there's a crease on his brow that's finally smoothed over. How much of this is my fault, she wonders. Her hands lazily trail across his arms, taking one of his hands between both of hers. How many callouses were created for me? The fact that he willingly sacrifices his own beauty for the sake of her happiness.. it touches her, it always has, even on her darkest days. She is fond of him, has been for awhile... although, it is at times that she wonders if he is fond of himself. What sins might he be punishing himself for as he hammers day and night, as he destroys his own body to help fix someone's heart. Aphrodite starts as a face appears in her window, lips parted in surprise as she sees the face. He looks.. familiar, yet she cannot quite place it. "Hephaestus is not adorable," she counters with a demure smile, his full name a purr passing her lips. "He is parfait, beau..." He is perfect, beautiful There's a amused smirk as she adds. "Above all else he is mien tout à moi." he is mine, all mine She speaks her French perfectly, the language of love that it is.

    The nickname registers and she places the face at last. "I'm frightened," she confesses, eyes brimming with tears. Because she knows eventually she will not be needed, she was be lost and yet even if she becomes useless, even if she is rendered obsolete, love dead and gone - she does not want to go. "Je ne veux pas le quitter, père" I don't want to leave him, father she breathes softly, a shudder passing through her. Her fears were unnecessary, unneeded as Bob gently reassures her. The sea will never call you like that, my waves would never pull you, her breathing shaky as she reaches out to the god - to the daemon, to him, just before he leaves in a crushing embracing, her sweet lips whispering words of gratitude and affection before he pulls away and leaves. Aphrodite wipes her eyes the moment he is gone, a spell to hide the redness and conceal her sorrow - she will not be a burden, she will not add more weight onto Hephaestus' back than is already there. Though she is a goddess of her word.. she feels a sinking in the pit of her stomach. Her gaze flits to the bathroom door, hands ceasing their movement on Hephaestus' hair.  The goddess hopes he understands as she gently lifts his head and crawls out from under him, trying not to rouse him too much as she flees to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her. Aphrodite feels less than dignified as she heaves and gasps over the loo, eventually settling to rest her head against the cool bathroom tiles.



    Fenrir—nordic wolf—single—chains & trickster blade—location;; outside, outside Tsuki's Room—tagging;; Tsuki —ooc;; //
    There's an intruder. Fenrir bares his fangs, hackles rising as he snarls with all his ferocity towards the intruder, snapping his jaws at Bob when the creature lurks closer. The moon is in danger, she is not safe. He crouches and prepares to pounce on this possible threat when a strong hands tugs at his scruff. He growls and writhes in the man's hands, trying in vain to reach about and free himself. His attempts all end in failure and he eventually, wisely, ceases his struggles and glares into the man's eyes. When the man insists that he obeys, he gives a snort as if arguing it... until the man mentions waves. 'I must protect, I must protect - ' He barks, though none can understand his speech. His fear surges high and he resists for as long as he can. There's something grating about this command, his tail and rear settling themselves against the floor as if he is no more than a trained house pet. The only reason he obeys is mention of Odin. If Odin is afraid... he needs to be cautious.

    When the man reached through the door and pulled Tsuki out, he lets out a keening whine, a startled whimpering sound as if asking the man to be gentle. 'The moon is hurt!' he thinks, worriedly. 'Protect, protect - ' Fenrir nearly rushes forward and snaps at the man's fingers. Thankfully, for his sake, this man (Bob) did not stay much longer. When the girl is dropped and the god vanished, Fenrir slowly approaches, large form curling around the girl who rests in fetal position. He licks at the injuries on her skin, green eyes almost soothing as he peppers her with gentle licks.



    Hera—goddess of marriage & woman—wife of zeus—crown of olympus & peacock sword—location;; Typhon's Room—tagging;; Typhon / open to chat—ooc;; //
    "My darling boy" She pulled back to study Typhon, stroking his cheek her thumb as she cupped his face. He had grown so much, he almost looked like Hera's father. No, her true sire Oceanus, the one who had raised and loved her. She wondered how he was this day; did he miss her? Hera rose and started to leave his arms when she sensed a deity's approach. Her eyes flashed a fiery gold, a pale light emitting as she fought down the sudden urge to shield this room. It was a useless worry, surely no one would back him to sleep, none would take him.. yet she could not help her mind from going there. The world seemed bent on that Hera did not get to be the mother she wished to- she did not believer her luck had changed. The face that arrives is unfamiliar and she moves near to the child, places herself between him and this unknown force. When the god begins to say that he is here to sever bods, she hisses inwardly and reaches for the sheathe ever at her hip. Her face is a picture of serenity even as fires blaze within, even as she plots the destruction of this man who threatens her baby. If he believes he can - her next words give her pause. She does not grab her sword, instead clasping her hands behind her back to disguise the movement.

    "Thank you, sir" she says politely, though there's a challenge in her gaze. A warning of what hell he had just barely evaded, that behind the smile of the queen lurks the power of a mother. She waits until he leaves to settle herself, all anger dissipated in a single wave as she turns back and smiles at Typhon. "Come," she urges, opening the window to let some of the light in. The storm was breaking, the rain easing. Fresh air was good for tears and heartache, and Typhon needed the sun on his face. She eased her son to the chaise, concerned for her inability to stand much longer. She took his hands in her own, intertwining their fingers. She had never gotten to raise her child, to feel little hands in her own, depending on her. She tried to make up for it now.



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    Eros could be a wrathful god - if he lost himself. Which rarely about something that had to do with his danger to his family or when someone broke a heart, denied love. His revenge, his act of punishment could not be cruel; how could it? He gave love or he claimed it, there was no hate in his soul, no vengeance on his mind. Pride was not something he showed, and if at all, there was pride about what he presided over and what he did, not about himself, or showing that he was better than others. Eros felt content as the son of Love and War, gifted with the all encompassing flame as his other sire. When Bob freed him of the cage, he gasped and stared at the man in surprise. "Thankyou, thankyou-" he says in a single breath, cherub face breaking out in a brilliant (if precious) smile. His feathers flutter, even the wing still in a splint from the break, as he surges forward to try and embrace the god in the fiery, passionate cuddles that only Eros is so skilled at -

    Instead his out stretched arms meet empty air and he falls into a puddle of mud. Eros sniffs and wipes the mud and leaves off of his white feathers in vain. There's no use. He is entirely coated in mud. The god fights back a sniffle at the rejected affection, his arms drawing near as he hugs himself as if to make up for the refused embrace. Was there something wrong with his hugs? He's aware that this is the second time someone denied him a snuggle. "I miss home," he whimpers, a sigh as he remembers the temple of Aphrodite, where tender embraces were a daily occurrence. Now he feels hug starved and a freak, the mutated chicken-creature no one wants to snuggle up with.
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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

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    Hessy, not feeling the warmth of his wife frowned in his sleep, and rose. Put on his glasses, as he was very found of this gift, so that he wouldn't stumble in his half sleepy state, and proceeded to cutely look for his wife, he checked the bed first. She wasn't adorably there, he frowned, then he peeked in the bathroom and frowned when he saw her. Gently he came over and scooped her up from the bathroom floor, to hold her into his embrace, he carried her to bed, tucked her in, and bringing a gilded bucket, to rest beside the bed, he curled up on the other side of her and ask ever so cutely " My lovely sweet wife, do you not feel well?" he said rubbing her back tenderly " I love you " he said " wait here and I will get something to settle your stomach" he said " and to shave, I haven't done that in a while have I " he whispered gently in her ear, " we can't let anyone know my sweet is ticklish can we"

    Bob rolled his eyes how the Eros found the only remaining mud puddle ha had no idea, this kid was definitely the damn, god of war's. He sighed and a torrent of sea water landed on Eros, washing the mud off of him, and blowed dried him with the south wind, and because the poor little chicken child, was sad, that dropping him in another gods lap was fun, using a mighty gust, Eos plopped into Thora's lap. He then cutely perched on Vals shoulder as if he did nothing and yawned " Me was an extra good bob." he said to val " You look a little wet did bob do that, silly bob, I don't know about this guy he's strange." he patted val on his head " mis is bob and me do bob things such as life."

    Ace shook himself " KING " he called with a snap of his voice, more out of fear then anger " Come here son of mine, come here" he said in a bit of a panic " and gather all you gods For that was the Rain of dismal sorrow that befell us all, SOme of us will have to return it! To the Cave of Cursed things, on the other side of the world... MIng, Lotus, you two will go.... as this place isn't right for you, Locus you must go as a god of decay... you will be needed greatly I am sure." he scanned " the rest of you may volunteer for such a task, for it must be returned."

    Ares rubbed his gut " I am going no ware but bed.... my bed is calling this war god, VICKTORIA?" he thundered " Come be my pillow! " he said in a thundering voice, as he began to shuffle towards what he called bed " Come now you silly vampire girl, you fought me I won the deal is your my snuggle buddy at least now get your adorable vampire ass over here "

    Death sat there and was utterly cute. " But the cave of cursed things is well hidden from humans, it could be dangerious " he said " more so if that one of the God of the sea's is released, then what of the other cursed items that are hidden there? What of the sea gods others, what of mine and my sons? All the gods that are born have cursed items some have one some have many what of them if this one was unleashed and drove us all mad?"

    Hades snorted " speak for yourself brother, THe rain never bothered me "he said " nor did it bother Hessy, nor did it get complete control of Cain, and it sure as hell didn't drive loki mad just his powers " he shrugged " I guess when your the god of tricks you take your powers playing tricks on you with stride don't you think?"

    Fate " for glory's sake, was the master of the forge who put my hands in these gloves, so I wouldn't hurt myself or my beloved blades? For same, I shall in pentence for Honor and Glory I will give you all who venture for your quests, come now line up so I may run you through"

    Blood snorted " lets not do that Fate..... for yes it was he who put the gloves on your hands just as it was he who chained me to yonder tree... Have mercy dear brother on yourself... " he said idly " but yes Lord Ace, this would be ideal, however, why did it come here and not ravage all of the world?"

    Sorrow who stood now among his brothers " I am the one who protects, so it was I that it targeted, it was I it dealt the harshest blow, and it was all of you, it wished to keep for Master bob was able to so easily pull me back into this world, and if Hessy hadn't been run ragged he would have ages ago done the same, it was all of you it tormented to keep me in the dark." he said his voice haunting " I am the Death that protects, so naturally the cursed objects should seek me "

    Thora when Eros was plopped in her lap instantly cuddled the god snuggling him close " I have my birdie back birdie never leave me alone " she said nuzzling the adorable cupid. Ignoring pretty much all else.

    Hades lifted an eyebrow " Sorrow you have on item in the cursed cave, what is it?" he asked his eyes narrowing " What is it boy, if you are the god who protects, and all the gods have cursed items which I know this, that are to be set forth on the world when it is its time to end, that what is your cursed item?" he growled " and will it seek your death like all the others?"

    Sorrow shook his head " My cursed item? I have no such thing" he smiled then as bright as the day " I have a holly item that resides within the cave, I am the one who protects and so mine does just that It protects, Unleash what is mine, and the others will scream and cower back into there chests, bottles and boxes, back to there holding containers and weep " he said " but eye, just as this Rain of eternal sorrow came on us, I felt my holly item being bound"

    Loki looked to the gods present then said " For once I can claim I didn't do it " He said " I am for bed as Ares is, keeping his damn ass chained for a week is enough to kill a lesser god." he sighed " and trust me, I am no push over." He yawned " I should wonder and say Maybe lord hades should summon the lord of Dante's inferno " he snorted " or as you call the poor ( B***ard) , The king of your (insert F word here) pit " he flipped off the gods " Loki is taking a nap bleep you bleep you and everyone else who doesn't think I should "

    Inferno heard his name and in a wash of brimstone, appeared, sleepily " I heard my name with disdain, someone has there panties in a twist " he yawned lazily " I was warm and nakid, and well you know what this is for the best, as the woman that was beside me " he whistled " lets just say I could have slept with worse I hope " he snorted looking about " hmm did some curse get loos on the world pitty I wasn't here for the fun, " he clapped his hands " VOLT BROTHER DEAR " he called " come join in the fun " he sneered.

    Volt as silent as a shadow walked up behind his brother " your up at this hour, and that is the only reason I came, Hades what did you feed him, he's awake?" he asked cocking his head " Ah, I see master bob is among us "


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

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    Twist and Locust joined Ming and Lotus to go on the journey. Twist hummed a haunting song in an upbeat tempo. "Well now.... this shall be fun." He mused.

    Viktoria grumbled and followed Ares, verbally ripping him a new one, but only because she had been worried and cared about him. Once in his bedroom, Vicky ordered Ares to disrobe, and healed whatever wounds he had, fed him, and then sent him to bed, laying with him so Ares was settled in her arms with his head on her chest.

    King ran over to Ace. "Dad? Are you okay?" He asked. The boy was still a bit rattled from nearly erasing himself. In all honesty, he wasn't completely sure he was scott free from that yet.

    Tsuki felt the wolf's soft fur and warm tongue and shakily cuddled him, frightened and afraid. Suddenly, she went rigid. Tsuki felt her body burning white hot and she screamed, clawing at her cheeks and face as silvery light and shadows and blood poured out of her orifices.

    Valentine's head snapped in Tsuki's direction and he immediately drew his sword and placed himself between the unholy mess and the majority of those present. Val may have been born mortal, but as his dark and hellish power swirled around him and his cursed blade, he might as well have been another god. His eye flicked briefly up as the moon covered the sun, leaving the whole world in an eerie light as a total solar eclipse shadowed the land.

    The ooze bubbled and fizzled and boiled before Tsuki finally vomited out some more blood-a concerning amount of blood loss-before it formed into the terrifying form of the ancient goddess Bella Lunam, Goddess of the Moon, War, and Sacrifice. She had hair as red as blood and wings both of a bird, white and pure, and bat wings, hellish things belonging on the vilest of monsters. In one hand, she held a staff she one used to send whole armies into madness and anarchy, and in her other hand, a sword she once used to slaughter legions at a time. Bella Lunam paid no heed to the incredibly pale and now sickly girl and coolly regarded the other gods in the solar eclipse. She smirked and chuckled. "Well now.... aren't you all a bit young to be thinking of fighting me in my domain?" She surveyed them all, her eyes lingering just slightly longer on Hades before settling on Ace. "Ace, darling, it's been a long time. How have you been? productive, I see. The boy looks like a smaller you."


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  Arkham Outlaw on Sat Feb 03, 2018 3:39 am

    Aphrodite—goddess of sexuality, love & beauty—wife of hephaestus—girdle & mirror—location;; Aphrodite's Room—tagging;; Hephaestus—ooc;; //
    The goddess looked up from the only throne she was growing to despise, a faint sheen of sweat on her brow. She groaned and waved him off, embarrassment at having been caught in such a predicament coloring her cheeks. "'M fine, darling," she protested, letting her head rest down against the floor. Aphrodite felt stomach heave once, a lurch as she was lifted. She put a hand to her lips in warning, holding up a finger as if to say give her a minute. The bed did feel better on her sore back than the floor, yet she still fretted over the idea of getting ill on her bed. It may seem a bit odd, however Aphrodite cherished the damned thing. She stayed with her lovers, kept to their beds in lieu of her own, refusing to let any stain soil the gift her husband had made for her, each piece lovingly carved and pounded into shape. It felt like a travesty to use the gifts that which gave her for the sake of another; it was true, no necklace graced her neck during dates if it was by his hand, no gown was anything but designer, never the homemade gifts bestowed onto her. It had made her feel.. better. She had tarnished their marriage, even if part of her could not regret the love she had shared with others, but she would not tarnish his gift, would never use him as a means to suit her needs. She stretched languidly in the bed, a hand placed on his arm to comfort him from his clear distress. She looked into his dark eyes and saw fatigue lining in them. She scrunched her brows in concern. "It is just... bad, this month." she murmured quietly, a hint of weariness at having to explain a woman's problem to a man.

    Though she did see the pain and worry in his eyes, and felt guilt crawl up into her throat. She was worried by the other chance - the possibility that it was more that she knew. Aphrodite.. she was not a goddess of false hope. It would not be fair to hint at her ailment if there was a shred it was wrong, that she was wrong. Aphrodite had a means of proving it, she could speak with a goddess or god of fertility, perhaps time even.. but deep down she was afraid. A child would light her world, yet she feared it would drive a wedge between them. Would he assume it belonged to another? Accused her of infidelity? She could not blame him if he did. 'They always go,' she thought to herself. She had been a mother many a times, each and every one of them she had felt so utterly alone. With Eros and his twin, it had been different; Hephaestus had offered, surely yes - but to enlist his aid would be a betrayal. She could not look him in the eye while her womb was full with another man's child, no, it broke her heart. Aphrodite moved closer to him, pressing herself against his side, and looking directly into his eyes. "Hephaestus, I am afraid," she admitted, in a softer voice. "There's a chance... that everything's about to change, everything and- and I don't think I'm ready to change, because you have a forge to tend to, I-I have duties a-and Eros is still a child.. it's all so fast," Aphrodite knew she was rambling, her breaths shaky as fear ran it's course through her. "I am late," she said with intentional emphasis. "I am.. I am not not on time - I-I think need a second opionon, I think-'" She shuddered and cut herself off, as if uttering such a word would only ensure it's truth.



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    He nuzzled against the girl, a low humming resonating deep in his chest, almost a purr. Fenrir would keep the girl safe, the moon could fall under no harm within his keep. He leaned forward and met her gaze, bringing his head close to brush against hers gently. Then everything changed - there was light and he lost sight of the world, his throat aching as he uttered a thunderous howl that shook the earth. There was nothing he could do, he knew within his soul, even as a part of him growled and surged against the chains, head ducked as he pulled and ripped at the fabric that bound his paws. He raged against his chains until the curse made it grow all the tighter, until blood looked in his every paw-step, his pads numb from the restricted circulation. 'Save her, save her,' he whined, wishing for the first time sine his freedom that he was a beast of restoration instead of destruction. When a solider charged to her, Fenrir bared his fangs in warning. It wasn't until he looked up to the moon, that he froze in place. His eyes remained fixated on the glowing orb above.

    When Tsuki began to heave and gasp, her back arching and strangled sounds slipping past her throat, Fenrir was there behind, a massive guard keeping others at bay, his silent presence warding off any who might seek to do harm onto her. He nudges her side once, a clear worry for her health as she becomes ill. It is for her sake that he forsakes himself - body shrinking slowly, bones shattered and shifting, until a man stands by her side. He crouches by Tsuki, continued to keep a watch, though now with mortal hands, he lets himself touch her, rough calloused hand meeting silken flesh, his hand on her shoulder in a gesture he believed to offer support and friendship, as he had seen other humans do to one another. Fenrir growls, the noise just as menacing as it had been while a wolf as a creature rises out of the blood of the moon his moon. It happens in a split second, the wolf decides for him. He takes her hand in his, but it is not comfort he is offering - something more. He brings his lips to her shoulder, a second's warning before his canines dig into her skin, offering the mark which will make her his pack. The curse which contained his soul was no small one, it was a bound both physical and on his soul, an allowance than let the others claim him as theirs.. but no one claimed the wolf. He was no one's to give. "You am that chain that binds me, the more I try to resist, the tighter your hold," You are the chain that binds me, the more I try to resist, the tighter your hold he binds himself to this girl, this stranger that the wolf has chosen, devoting his soul to her service for all of his years. The pack bond allows for empathic sharing and it is this that has his absorb some of her pain, teeth grit as he takes away the pain that which consumes her, siphons some of the injuries onto himself to spare her of their mortal sting.



    Eros—god of love, desire & attraction—single—love/hate arrows & wings—location;; the Birdcage —tagging;; open to chat—ooc;; //
    There's a sniffling sound as the god looks up to see water fall over his head. It, at first, sends him into tears. He had fallen into mud, and now was unfortunate enough to be in the center of a rain cloud. His tears ebb as water bathes the mud off his skin, feathers glittery as the light catches on the silver tips of his feathers, the edges turned almost grayish. The wind has his shivering, wings parted even if the left throbs in protest, the instinctual reaction to wind across him. The wind seems to catch and he gives a startled yelp as he is tore off the group. Eros flushes and flaps uselessly, eyes clenching shut as he knows he is not in for a pleasant landing. He collides against something soft and warm. The god sighs in relief, snuggling up to the shape and his eyes open to see - His eyes widen as the soft breasts pressing against his cheek. Slowly, his gaze roams to meet Thora's own, a hot flush spreading across his cheeks. "Ma'am, I am so sorry, I did not mean to - and you smell nice and -" He sucks in a breath and cuts off his sheepish rambling.

    His arms encircle her, a small, fonder smile as she calls him hers. Perhaps also at the birdie comment, for Eros is a bird, not one of those chickens who can barely flap themselves off the ground. He refuses to think of the fact that moments ago he was bumbling through the air. It did not count, he was injured. "I'll never leave you," he promises, blinking owlishly, surprised by her worry. "We're... friends, right?" The word feels wrong and his hesitation shows, but he knows better than to push things. "I love you." He says with sincerity. He is a god of love, of desire and all the warm sensations that pound at the heart. To not love someone.. it's impossible for him. Though.. he wonders why it feels, different, to say such a thing to Thora. It made him feel.. warmer. His cheeks lit up and he ducks his head in embarrassment, remembering that he's already known as the soft god.


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

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    Hessy looked at her a disheveled wreck, and then as it slowly hit him, he lit up like a christmas tree in the mist of a forth of july celebration while a festival of lights was being held, in fact. HIs smile was so bright and happy, you probably could roast marshmallows on it. His voice came out bubbly which was kinda really sweet and cute for the normally sober and reserved god " Your, there's a little guy or gal in there " he grinned wide " Oh does this mean I get to make a crib, and little toys oh " he coo'd softly " Eros wouldn't sleep and he'd use to go to sleepy curled up in one of my wings, it was so preciously cute." He grinned " oh and Eros is going to be the most adorable big brother " he smiled bright and wide " oh and I can make a stroller, and " he just was so lovingly adorable, he put kisses all over her face her neck, then cuddled her close then grinned " Oh I get to feel the baby kick later on, and I get to cuddle my wife this time, and I get to play with my baby boy or girl this time," he pouted " I had to be stuck at the forge with baby Eros, that was no fun, I didn't like having to play with him and the only sand castles he could make were out of soot " he sniffed, " not this one, we'll go to the beach, and play in the ocean, and we could go see a volcano, and go play in the woods, and I could teach them to forge things, and we could go to the movies, and I could teach them to be strong fliers if the little one has wings " he was being utterly too sweet and cute.

    Death, the adorable dude he was, peeked in " sorry to be a downer to the party, but... I want to return your worn out gloves, your chain you used to hold blood, and thank you for interacting with my son sorrow, " he bowed laying the items neatly by the door " and I can't help but to be drawn to those who can not die " he smiled " for the sweet and tiny little souls, who are gods, I am but the gentel god of sleep " he smiled " those are my favorite little lights, my favorite souls, my softest wish " he smiled " I get to be god father of at least one pretty please Hessy and Aphroditie? Pretty please with sugar and non dead things on top " he grinned " Sorry when my sons were born I was a total cute basket case, but you know Hessy makes the most adorable baby sitter, actually come to think of it, there isn't a god alive who hasn't had him baby sit something " he grinned " he's just good with kids " he laughed " oh so what are you going to name them?" he said when he received blank looks from hessy he smiled sheepishly " what? I see souls its what death does, and new souls are extra shinny... and its not the first time I have seen Twin souls you know... its also not the first time I have seen godly twin souls, and it won't be the last, also its common knowlage I can see souls before they are born, and I can see souls if they are male female, who's there parents, blah blah.... Two little gods souls, really bright and shinny, One boy one Girl, and you know what ... I am kinda stumped never seen souls so pretty ....." he grinned " Omg you two... no... you two... Oh so cute " he grinned " you two made baby gods so adorable "he grinned and started to leave singing this little light of mine, rather really loudly and really good.

    Blood sighed as he darted in, his dad had gone some place when he heard his father he walked into hessy's room " sorry but you seemed to have broken my dad, and I suggest not stepping out side for a while, Heaven have mercy on us its a crappy day"

    Ace yawned " ya, ya " he then grinned and waved at her cuddling his boy as if his whole world was king the poor boy had no choice but to be smothered in aces love and cuddling.

    Hades on the other hand, grinned " DIPS" he called as his chains snaked out and bound the mean moon gal, " hmmm.... now that's a goddess fit to rule along with me, Come here moon goddess your about to learn who's your daddy" he purred, as he dragged her off to do wicked things to her, humming ironically the high way to hell by acdc in perfect tone.

    Ares snored as if nothing happened and nothing would happen, being extra cute and extra tired and extra comfy.

    Thora cuddled Eros grinned and then kissed him full on the mouth " I am going to keep you, and it should be you kidnapping a girl for the dance, but since i am more of a tom boy and your more of a fluffy birdie, I think I will do the kidnapping " he hugged him " your now mine for the dance little bird " she teased " alll mine, and if anyone comes near my little birdie they are going to know the meaning of thunder struck" she giggled cuddling him.


    Loki was a sad little boy and couldn't sleep, he got up, saw the moon ( FEMALE DOG!) being drug off, and went over to the wolf that was technically his kid. Sighed " you know fenir I am still your dad, and I can heal wounds you idiot" he said gently wrapping the massive wolfs head with his fist " you never were a bright pup " he said using his powers to heal them both " now be a good boy and go cuddle your moon princess before hades decides he wants a harem of them "

    Sorrow came up grabbed blood by the ear smiled at the couple " I am the god who protects...... " he said as he began to drag his brother out " I am the god who protects cute moments right now though " he said shutting the door behind him " with a loud No fate this family is dysfunctional enough, you do not need to prove to Hessy your a nut case too" he said

    Fate pouted " but but "

    Sorrow loudly enough that Hessy and aphro could here him through the door " They do not need to have kids for honor and Glory you nit wit "



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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

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    Typhon looked at his hand entwined with his mother's. The storm god was calm right now, his muscles relaxed. "Thank you, mother." He murmured softly. "My memory of the past several days has been hazy, but I know I would have tried to raze this place to the ground, but you being there stopped me."

    King allowed himself to be cuddled, even hugging Ace back. He felt a bit better in his dad's comforting embrace. "Hey dad?" He asked. "Can you do me a favor and check my timeline please? In the weirdness, I almost erased myself, and I just want to make sure there was no lasting damage...."

    Val sheathed his sword for now, although he kept an eye on the now chained goddess, his gaze merciless and unwavering.

    Tsuki was in very bad shape. The girl had nearly died in the fray, and so was incredibly weak. She would have been unable to be upright were she not leaning completely against Fenrir. Her breath was shallow and short, her whole form trembling. It would be a while until Tsuki recovered from this ordeal.

    Bella Lunam stared at Hades as he chained her, although he could not move her. The War Goddess regarded him with a piercing and judgemental silvery gaze until she smirked and laughed shortly. As fast as a shooting star, she lunged at Hades and grabbed him, powerful wingbeats lifting them both into the air. Bella Lunam soared up high towards the castle tower, where her shadows whispered his bedchambers to be. As she neared the window, Bella looked down at Hades and used her magic to open the window and fly them both in. Once in, Bella wastes little time undressing Hades, circling around him and checking him out as she does so. One time she disappears behind him, and when she reappears, the goddess is completely nude, and had a wonderfully feminine figure. Her movements held all the seductive grace of a large predator, and her hips swayed some as she walked with the confidence of a queen. "Well now..." She purred as she moved closer to Hades. "Shall we see how well I can please you?"


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

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    Aphrodite—goddess of sexuality, love & beauty—wife of hephaestus—girdle & mirror—location;; Aphrodite's Room—tagging;; Hephaestus—ooc;; //
    It’s all so fast—at first she’s fearing the worst, stress and anxiety at an all time high. How will he take it? She closes her eyes shut and breaths in... then out. She opens her eyes and freezes. He’s still here. There’s and gasp and suddenly she throws herself against her chest, heaving sobs as she blubbers into his chest. Aphrodite hiccups and cries some more, nodding along as he speaks. She would not care if he was speaking about the mechanics behind a steam engine or explaining aerospace engineering, because he was still here. She would not be alone. “N-no volcano,” she says, laughing even if there’s tears in her eyes. “No active volcano. It wouldn’t be safe for the baby.” Even if they were gods, she would keep her child safe; part of her, the nagging, fretful half, wanted to stay in the sea until it was born, a bit fearful that someone would harm her and therefore her child. Her words slowly hit. The baby. She shudders at the words, thrilled, exhilarated, a bit scared. “The beach.. Calypso’ Island is beautiful, we haven’t gone on a vacation in centuries,” she murmurs, sighing at the memory of the white sands.

    When Death enters, she jolts and hides her face against Hephaestus’ chest, not wanting anyone to see her not at her best. Showing off her nudity, eh... but a lack of makeup and red rimmed eyes would just never do. When Death asks to be the god-father, Aphrodite turns red. She casts a minor illusion to hide her disarray as she faces the god. “I-I don’t know..” she answers honestly, looking up questioningly to Hephaestus. “We only just learned— If my husband is alright by it, I don’t see why not.” She says softly. It wasn’t her choice alone but she believed he’d be alright by it. The tips of her ears turn pink as she confesses, quieter, “I think our child might have two god-fathers.” Aphrodite wanted to repay Hades somehow, after all. If he hadn’t coerced her into attending, if his school wasn’t there—she thanked her lucky stars that it happened as it had. The goddess freezes in place as he speaks again. Twins. She was having... There’s a moment where falls breathless against Hephaestus, swooning at the revelation. What were they going to do.. twins, twins. She loved Eros, truly, but he was a mischievous child!



    Fenrir—nordic wolf—single—chains & trickster blade—location;; outside, outside Tsuki's Room—tagging;; Tsuki / Loki—ooc;; //
    The wolf curled back his lip and growled deep in his chest as he spotted someone approach. His only thoughts were: protect, pack, danger. He would of challenged this god even if it were fate itself, even if it would of damned him. In a single moment, she has become everything. His charge, his pack, his heart, his soul. No one would touch her—none would hurt his moon without feeling his fury.  Even if Odin himself came down, with the Aesir at his back, Fenrir would not of submit. “Stay back!” He warned, voice a cross between wolf and man. It wasn’t until Loki a land on him that everything turns to black. . .

    Fenrir shuddered and cries out pitifully, his tiny nose cold to the touch. His cries sounded all across Asgard, a pathetic whimpering that was met with scorn or irritant, the innocent youth still seen as a bane and not a babe. When a pair of warm arms lift him, he blindly nuzzled against the shirt, small nose wiggling wildly, taking in the scent. There’s a dry rag rubbing off his dripping downy furs, gentle drying and drawing warmth into his skin. His eyes open for the first time as a unfamiliar face smiles at him. Then he was positioned against warm chest, a bottle pressing against his muzzle as the pup greedily emptied its contents. Once he was sated, Loki cradled his son and stroked its head soothingly. "My beautiful boy. My Fenrir." As the words fell from his father’s lips, the pup fell into a light slumber.

    . . . Fenrir stares, wide eyed at the god as he felt the soothing energy take away his pain, steal his suffering. “Heal her more,” he all but plead in a voice that cracked somewhat, a roughness in his throat as he looked away from the god. If Loki has loved him, once, why did he leave him. He held the girl in his arms, cradling him to her chest as shudders wracked her weak form. “Safe” he whispered into her ear. He did not have fur yet his body temperature remained warmer and he kept her held close. “I will look after my moon.” The promise was more to himself, a firm oath that he would prevent her from harm to the best of his abilities.



    Eros—god of love, desire & attraction—single—love/hate arrows & wings—location;; the Birdcage —tagging;; Thora —ooc;; //
    Eros tilted his head curiously as he was kissed. The god was most accustomed to this, the physical sort of affection. He met her lips with his own, tongue dragging a gentle line across her lower lip before it demanded entrance. It deepened the kiss, before his lips slid to nip at the pulse point of her neck, peppering the sensation skin along her nose with gentle pecks. When she pulled back and spoke, he gave a sort of sigh, eyes half lidded. Did she want sex? Eros believed that everyone wanted it; he’d grown up in the halls of lust, himself embodying desire and affection. “Do you want to make love?” he asked innocently, blinking curiously and speaking the phrase the same way one might ask to borrow a bit of sugar or ask for a dance.

    When she spoke up he flushed crimson as he realized he had over thought it. No one wanted to make love—the people outside his mother’s temple were softer about bodily affection. Again, he had made a mistake. He wanted to bury his face in his hands and did himself a grave. ‘I am such an idiot’ he thought, sniffing slightly. When she pretty much asks him to the dance, he’s grinning from ear to ear, answering her words with a quick peck on the lips. “Oh! I love dancing! I-I can kidnap you, but I’m not good at it..” He admits with a slight purse of his lips. He had tried to kidnap three girls... but grabbing them by the ask and asking to kidnap them obviously had a low success rate. He had cried when the third politely said no and had to be comforted by the girl for ten minutes. It was okay though, she was nice. Thora seems to predict his trouble and offers an alternative. “Oh! Thankyousomuch!” he says with a wide grin. “I’ll be your prisoner or kidnapped.. person. We can have a slumber party.” He goes on merrily, a sweet smile on his face as he thinks over all the possibilities. He’s so excited—he’s actually got a date, his first date ever! He’s so excited to tell his parents. Eros already knows what his mum is going to say make sure you put out, darling. He is blissfully unaware that it’s not actually required to sleep with someone after a first date.
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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

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    Hessy laughed a little " dear sweet wife, I got this " he said kissing the top of her head " death's triplets were left with me for 6 months while death re built his cottage that they destroyed, it will be fine " he said kissing her " because if the twins get routy they can spend a day with Uncle death " he grinned the wicked " Seriously they are well behaved now, but when the boys were a year old, Fate kept stabbing his brothers with odd things he found, Sorrow wouldn't come out of the shadows, but liked to play at night keeping everyone else up which made blood cranky and he was the least merciful child ever, he was five seconds shy of become the god of vengeful death " he grinned " oo that sounds lovely wife " he then frowned " I can't swim." he grinned " Sink like a big ball of hot lead " he purred his smile grew wider some how " death said they were mine " he giggled then " there mine" he finally wrapped that around his head " I am going to be a real daddy not the cute step daddy ..... aphro what do daddies do?" he asked " I have only ever been a step daddy, or a baby sistter for little tiny hellions." he held her suddenly spooked " what if they don't like me? I mean if Eros didn't like me that would be ok... But it would hurt I like kids... and he's so cute." he frowned " what if they don't like cuddles, or what if they don't sleep through the night, what if they want to take a nap in my forge like some dragons " he looked horrified, " right, I will not take them Lava diving till they are proven to have taken after daddy"he nodded. He then cuddled into her " being some ones real daddy is like being a step daddy right? " he he cuddled her then patted her still flat belly " don't hate daddy please, but I'am blind as a bat, and don't fly very high.. you can blame your big brother and lack of practice." he snorted then cuddled his wife " I have never had ones that were mine " he looked horrifed " what if I screw up"

    Loki sighed " Fenrir you silly puppy " he said rolling his eyes " I haven't been able to get you to take naps since you turned ten, but maybe you should take her and curl up in a bed and go nappy" he said producing an old stuffed chew toy " you two can snuggle to Mr barkly " he said "if your not feeling well.." he sighed lifting his rather adult son and what he assumed to be his girl friend, up " Oh boy I am becoming an old man " he mused " or Ares is really a succubus who sucks the life out of you either way... I am glad there is an empty room near by dad's not getting any younger you know."

    Hades raised an eyebrow " now see you have taken the fun right out of it " he growls " lady I am King of the dead and (insert F word here) King of the underworld, shut up get in bed and pray I don't split you in half "



    Thora blushes " ah in my culture not till after were married ok there sexy " she teased him " Ok would you like to watch movies? i have a tv, my cabin doesn't have power, because god of thunder and lightening, I'd continuously fry the brakers" she teased patting him on the head " how's your wing does my birdy need it rubbed I will make it feel better, and your such the easiest person to kidnap"


    Ace patted him on the head " all ready checked like 66 times " he said snuggling him " you scared me my little fuzzy son" he said stroking his hair " my poor boy " he cuddled " daddy will not let the mean rain hurt you no more."

    Death sighed and flopped " makes me want another, but I'd be afraid it would grow up to be the death god of gods or something annoying,"

    Sorrow yawned " Two out of three isn't bad dad, but two out of four..... might be pushing it " he patted his father on his head " I am off to work... murder " he rolled his eyes " yay" he said dryly.

    Fate plopped over ace " Hi uncle ace, ya blood can be annoying." he grinned. " So do you think I should pick up a hobby... or something."

    Blood peeling his brother off the couch " yes, several hobbies, needle point is nice, or you could read books to the God retirment home "

    Some kid " Omg, Fate the god retirment home right good one, because there are no knights, no honor or glory, heck or even virtue... but he's not the death god of humility so... ya his age has gone and passed before he was even born, thats got to suck, I mean humans don't even do much waring these days and no one on the battle feild is a hero anymore " he shrugged " remember when we had heros' bet Ares knows " he the kid stalked off.





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    Bella Lunam's eyes flashed for a moment, and her mood shifted. "Then better make quick work, Hades, for now I am growing bored...." She grabbed him and walked backwards with him to the bed, pulling him down with her. Bella was a vainly proud creature, and would only bow her head to a select few she deemed worthy of being above her, which when you considered yourself a queen, was not many at all.

    "Thanks, dad." King smiled some, although it faded when the random kid bad mouthed Fate. King's red eye flashed. "Watch what you say..... wouldn't want certain sins to slip, now would we." He grinned rather cruelly. "Now, apologize before I tell the world of your dirty little secrets." King rarely got angry, but growing up, he had become very close to Fate. He had been the most fun to play games with out of the three, and helped tech King about honor and glory and even some on chivalry. That being said, King got offended on Fate's behalf, and felt some form of justice needed exacted.

    Tsuki shivered into the warmer form, her figure seeming small against Fenrir's at the moment. She clung to him almost desperately as Loki picked them up. She felt cold and weak and empty. She started to cough as they neared the bedrooms, each cough shaking her whole body. Her throat felt raw, and the more the coughing continued, Tsuki started to cough up speckles of blood again.


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

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    Aphrodite—goddess of sexuality, love & beauty—wife of hephaestus—girdle & mirror—location;; Aphrodite's Room—tagging;; Hephaestus—ooc;; //
    Her words seemed to of struck some chord within him, Hephaestus sobered considerably, looking to her with that adorably amused face. 'I got this' He smiled and it was understanding, chuckling deep in his chest, a roar that matched the fires of the hearth, the crackling licks of flames across wood. It was as if his very core was the burning hearth, and fiercely, Aphrodite clung to the offered love, her own heart own swelling in response. Sometimes she wondered if there was stronger force, some gift of the universe that had chosen to force her into being his wife. The man whose fires warmed the world and kept the beasts at bay, these were the same hands that kept her own heart beating, that poured the same love and conservation that fueled the dying embers of Love's own Heart, that kept her safe and alive; for surely if his billows ceased, so to would her faith, her affections, the love that made her what she was. Hephaestus continued to laugh and cry, and she felt all of the tension she had been carrying for so damn long melt away in an instant. She in turn let her tears fall, out of relief and joy and she joined the god she loved in laughter. "We can take them onto our own island - away from the rest, a volcano to fire your forge and the sea to lighten my spirit..." she said in delight, a girlish sigh as she imagined it. "I can teach you to swim in the depths of the sea and you can guide my hand in the forge, we can to this together ."

    When Hephaestus spoke that it was his, she wanted to cry. It was the thought of him accusing her of being unfaithful, after she had made a goddamn effort, but before the tears could fall, she wrapped her arms around him, a gentle kiss to cut off such thoughts. "I have not been with anyone since," she says, a softer tone. "Death should not need to confirm it, my husband, for I am many things but a liar is not one of them. When I say that it is yours... that I am yours, you can believe it." There's a sad sort of smile, a crease as she adds, a bit despondent. "Even if it takes a thousand kisses.. I will endeavor to wipe away such thoughts, my darling."  When he started on about how he felt doubts about fatherhood, about his own capabilities.. she let him. He needed to get it off his chest, to come clean and voice such insecurity else it would eat away at his soul. Aphrodite was a goddess of love, affection and sometimes, her role was passive. She kept her arms on him, though one left as she brought it to tangle on the back of his head, softly stroking his head as he spoke from the depths of his heart. "You should not have to ask," she reminded, gently. "You already were a father once, Hephaestus, when Eros had need... it will be no different." she assured. Her nose crinkled and she fought the urge to laugh as he patted her stomach and spoke to the still developing infant. Infants. Aphrodite froze for another moment, still a bit shocked to know that she was having... twins. Oh dear god, she needed to start babyproofing the forge.. she needed baby clothes.. diapers.. 'I do not even have one name picked!' she fretted internally. "Then I'll be there to fix your screw ups," she offered with a sly sort of smile. "Just as you will be there to fix mine. It'll be us against them soon, my husband.. don't lose your will.. I am sure I willl sorely need it." She laughed, a bit of dry amusement as she wondered how they could handle two heathens at the same time. Oh... she would certainly made use of Death's sleep abilities when they acted up, that was for sure.



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    He wanted to snarl at the words, wanted to scream and growl that Loki had not been there. He wanted to tear the god to shreds and break him as the Aesir had tried to break Fenrir, offer a hand of kindness only to stomp it away. The conflict was... Fenrir wanted a father. He wanted a mother, his sister and brother - he wanted everything, a pack and a home, unconditional love and affection that he did not deserve. He was a bad wolf, he was a predator and killer,he would kill Odin with his destiny, no matter what he wanted or needed... Fenrir would be the death of Loki. Ragnorok would kill his own father.. it would be his fate to lead to the god's death, all because he had been born a monster. "I am not a pup," he responded in a harsh tone, a flicker of pain briefly skirting behind his eyes. "You were not there for me then and I do not expect you here now. It was Tyr it was -" Was it, though? Tyr had changed to drastically, so harsh... Fenrir briefly allowed himself to consider that it could of been Loki in disguise who had tended to him. His father could of wanted him. 'He is not pack, he did not want to be pack,' he thinks, fighting down the dubbing hope that threaten to overcome his soul. No. He could not.. not think about it, not now. Even if was, there was no point. Fenrir could never be the son Loki wanted or deserved, never fight the chains of destiny that would make him the end of the Nordic pantheon.

    The stuffed child's toy is unfamiliar. It's dirtied and torn, one of the ears leaking stuffing. He tries to think of it when he is briefly rewarded by a image of Tyr playing with the toy, of yipping and wiggling his rear in the air as he gives puppy growls and fights for the item in question, yet when he cranes his head all he can remember is pain. Odin's fierce face scowling, so angry, hands on his scruff, cries issuing but no one is coming. Then his head aches, there's a stabbing pressure like something is forcing its way into his skull... Fenrir jolts back into himself, out of the depths of his convoluted memories. The Aesir had imprisoned his body, stolen his life, he had little doubts that they might also of taken his memories, of crammed their slimy hands into the monster's mind to try and make him submit. "Go away," he commands the god, the wolf for a moment overridden by something else.. something softer. "I was left to be a monster - stop toying with me, acting as if you could care." He freed himself from the god's grasp and moved of his own merit. Fenrir's hands wormed their way around Tsuki, one beneath her knees and the other at the small of her back as he lifted her into his hold. The wolf needed escape, his paws itched to run, to run, to run but he could not leave with the tender creature in his keep. He turned his back to the god as he carried the girl to his own room, pushed the door open and let her settle onto his nest. Fenrir had never been able to adjust, he had been born in a cage.. the bed was to soft. He was a beast, he did not deserve softness, could not grow comfortable on such luxury. His nest was a series of blankets, sheets and pillows tucked into his closet, easily protected and warm. He had secreted his own store of blankets, had even stolen from the other people here to make his nest formidable. "It is alright," he said quietly, patting her back to help her coughs come easier. "Let it out.. she can hurt you no more...  none shall harm you while you are with me." He urged, face leaning in to nuzzle the back of her shoulder as he settled himself behind her, arms around hers and legs spread out so that she was tucked so neatly against his thighs. She was safe.. he would protect her.



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    When she called him sexy, he grinned and nudged her playfully. "That's god of sexy, " he joked, nearly falling over as he giggled to himself. His feathers were fluffed, eyes bright as he savored the way her red cheeks seemed to grow as fiery as the locks of her hair, as warm as the heat she filled into his heart. It was desire, he knew. The same thing that he embodied, embodied him - desire overruled his senses, desire made him out to be the god that he was. His father lived for the forge, but Eros lived for attraction, desire, affection. It was in his nature to be loving, his grace to be a gentle embrace to hold another and the warm arms always willing to offer themselves to soothe the sorrows of the soul. The concept of waiting until marriage.. it made him pause. Why? What was it about marriage that make one sworn to another? Were her body only become his, if he can her his name in law? It seemed a strange concept for one who gave love so freely - a creature whose sole desire was to spread the love across the world and ever be there to send his arrows and bring that spark of attraction into a person's heart.

    He nodded as she suggested movies. Although he had no idea what she had meant. His mother's temple was many things, yet entertainment had been.. physical. Eros had not been permitted to offer himself, though his mouth worked just the same, what better use did a man have for his tongue that to offer it to bring such happiness  onto another? It was his purpose, to bring love. Every part of his body, destined to grace the skin of others and hope to instill the same fleeting warmth for even a moment that he felt every second of every day. "I have power," he murmured, cocking his head. He knew of light fixtures and whatnot, yet so little. The foster son of the craftsman god and he knew little of technology and the intricacies of lights that were not the gentle candles in the temple, souls that came not of the lyre and drums but a square device. Her speaking of the world outside his mother's temple only made him aware that he had been coddled, sheltered like a precious thing and kept unaware of the world around him. The world is so scary, sometimes it made him want to burst into tears and retreat into the comforting familiarity of his mother's temple. "I-It hurts.. but I will be fine," he spoke up as she offered to rub his wings. It wasn't that he meant to be rude.. merely that his feathers were quite sensitive. This, the god of desire, would never act against it. It would not be right to feel her hands on his feathers and relish in the sensation, his own desire heightened by the touching of the extremely sensitive skin there, with a woman who wished to wait. He was but a man, he knew that if she touched him there it would be the same end result as... and such things, clearly would be to soon.
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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  wolfHhowling on Sun Feb 04, 2018 8:22 pm

    The content of this post is very sad, you have been warned, going to the ends of the earth to get your loved ones back is fine, going to the end is fine too. But keep in mind the fallowing post will tear out your ever loving adorbly tender hearts.

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    Loki, silently followed why were all of his kids like this? why was every last damn one a (insert F word here) basket case. He stood and looked down at the son who was such a cute and adorable puppy. He wondered why he hated him so, sure he had distanced himself, let his kids roam and get into trouble, but. He sighed why was the adorable cute wolf of his pissed at him, he was good at training puppies, fenrir was technically a puppy. He sighed " so this is wear all the blankets have gone " he said " what no pillows.. fenny she's not a wolfy like you are, she's not going to want to cuddle you in a pile of blankets " he stretched " it hurts the back... do you want me to put a matrice on the floor? Then you can put all your blankets on it, and curl up? Also I will make it up to everyone who's missing there blankets, luckily you didn't take anyone's that was special, but still... if you want something, you can come to me, ok " he said rubbing the boy's head " Fenny why do you make your daddy so sad?" he sighed, and as loki could and was able to take any form. He closed the closet but not by a lot, he needed, he needed the night. He took the form of a cat, but that didn't suit his mood, and so he became a wolf, much like Fennir, and stalked out, stalked out of the school grounds and into the deep of the woods, ware he lost himself to the animal he was, to the heart he had, and when he climbed the cliff on the other side of the lake, he sat, lifted his muzzle and howled. He Howled the broken sound of a man who was never loved by anyone, and never was aloud to have anyone love him.

    The Cursed arrow, of piercing death streaked through the nights sky seeking and hunting its pray, it was the arrow, that pierced the heart and tore it to shreds and it hated all love. The Arrow, was essentially Eros's all though the god was never told that such an item for him existed, nor was Hessy even aware, for when Eros died, the world itself would shoot this area, the peoples hearts its bow, to slay and maim all tender hearts, all sweet and gentle, it sought many hearts that beat with in the chests of gods. It wished for death of so many. However the one's heart it sought most, was Death's. It craved to take the plunge though that heart, if Hessy's was pure, death's was tender and sweet, gentle and true, and so that arrow sought both there hearts, and it so happened, that the Gentle hearted god of death and sleep, was putting up a little stone, for plant he had tenderly coaxed to grow. For a plant everyone else killed, it had grown tall and defiant his weed. It was dead, and all though he forgave the person responsible, it still hurt him so, it was his little weed. The tiny little stone he was putting up was no bigger then a foot tall and half of one wide, shaped like a little grave stone. Tears spilled down death cheeks " Here lies Death's weed Miff, the baddest bestest weed a death god could have... you were my only friend among the mortals little weed. Your life was cut to short rest in peace my sweet Miff rest in peace" The arrow streaked and plunged it Shaft straight through deaths chest. HE knew what had come and what had taken him, even as the light in his eyes faded and he slimped beside the tiny grave. The Arrow rose then above the world, for it could only kill one God every 4 hours, but thousands of humans in the same time, and it was after good hearted gods. The arrows's next target was hessy's pure heart, the pure heart, it craved to still.

    Sorrow smiled so what if he had been telling a fib, he didn't want the others to know he had a girlfriend, a cop on the murder beat. He grinned at her from across the table he was in, she was tender and sweet, and everything he was not. He loved her as anyone could, to night was the night he was going to tell her everything, he'd be the first of the deaths to marry. The thought made him light head and giddy as he held her hand smiling. That's when a gang of thugs drove buy and shot up the front of the building, He pulled her into him, holding her close, felt the pain of bullets zipping hitting him in the arm. the leg, but he held her she was safe. She had to be, when the firing stopped, he looked down at her, the one time he had failed to protect, was because fate smiled poorly at him. The bullet that had hit his arm, had blown out the other side, and into her heart. Effectively killing her, he rocked her back and forth begging her not to go, but it was too late. He all ready knew being a song of death, he knew she was riding in the world he vowed to never go, riding in charon's boat. He Cried and sobbed, even as police offers his friends helped the paramedics, pull her lifeless body out of his arms, and shove him to get treated. Humans, why were there lives so fragile.

    Blood could feel something was wrong, something was horrifically not right. His boat, the cursed anker, the one not even thora in all her glory or any man could ever lift, it was on his boat. IT was tethering Mercy so it couldn't come, wouldn't come, he could feel the chains bind his boat, the cursed item the Deathly chain, had awoken and found his beloved boat, the one who could bring those back from the dead.

    Fate stood and looked at king the look on his face was that of one completely destroyed " its fine " he nearly choked on the words as they sank further into him " he's right and the truth hurts, there are no more heroes in this world, and I am the hero's death " He got up, and began to shuffle, towards his father's cottage, he wanted to curl up like a small boy, and cuddle his dad, curl up in his lap, and cry, he wanted his daddy more then anything in the world right now, a unneeded death, why was he so stupid till now why had he not let himself think, he never went anyware not around the gods, because the only hero's were among them. He saw his father he was sleeping outside by the little grave of his weed, such a tender heart he thought, he wanted to be wrapped up in those loving arms. But when he got closer, when he could feel, it, when he realized, a heavy weight as about his neck, he looked, the eldest son would inherit true deaths power. He went to his father, and saw the whole the arrow had left, and the only thing he could here, were screams, his own.


    Hessy cuddled his wife, but then frowned " somethings wrong wife." he said holding her to his side a little tighter. A tear began to slide down his cheek " the world some how got cruller." He furrow his brow as he cuddled her " From the decades of being mostly blind, my senses have attuned to the world " He released her and stood " I feel it, something loathing my existence... something stalking me, something aiming for my heart." His eyes narrowed, as he could here fate screaming. " Aphrodite, " he said as he went to the window, and looked down " Death's dead " he said his heart constricted, " my friend " he said a bit sadly in truth death had become a friend, of his for he was all most the only one after he was free from evil, to sit and talk with him for the sake of it. Thats when the arrow streaked, it glided shattering the window, aming for Hessy's heart.

    Ace looked at king, as he said " King, Go get Sorrow " he said " I will see what the matter is with these two " he said and then slapped at bloods frozen face " blood " when no response he argued the screaming ninini might help to shed some light but saw the lifeless form of Death, and sunk to his knees, just in time to see, the arrow streak, " all will be lost " his first thought spoken out loud. For he could not undo the ankers will, wasn't it he who had made the angkor all those years ago, thinking that blood would be an issue. He couldn't undo it. They were lost, for that arrow was streaking to hessy very fast.

    Inferno and volt, stood and watched from there opposite to each other's perches, volt cocked his head and eyed his brother, inferno shrugged " Well this is interesting, makes me want to go to bed " he said " maybe that saucy ( FEMALE DOG!) is still there "volt eyed him with disdain. Inferno shrugged " what if its the end might as well get laid before I die "

    Volt sighed " your so lazy I am ashamed of my existence, and that's feet"

    Thora smiled " you really are silly " her head came up " Eros what is all that noise?" she asked " I can hear something other then Loki's howls which I have learned to ignore" she sighed " the guy needs a girl friend" she mused.

    Ares god of war couldn't bother to be woken, he was asleep and not only was waging war against loki tiring but for a whole week non stop was very tiring.

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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  Dark Silence on Sun Feb 04, 2018 10:03 pm

    Tsuki weakly snuggled into the blankets and Fenrir, her heartbeat growing fainter and fainter as time wore on. Her shivering slowed, but Tsuki's skin was growing colder. The moon was dying.

    King nodded, very concerned now, and hurriedly sought out Sorrow, calling his name and looking in his usual haunts. It was at the last place he looked that a white hot pain coursed through his chest as a bladed chain stabbed straight through. King coughed a gurgling cough and sank to his knees. The boy cried weakly as the chain was removed, and in a last ditch effort to not die, froze himself in time, putting him at his captor's mercy, but also praying Ace would help when he found King.... if he wasn't already dead.

    Caine felt everything go to chaos and growled, making sure his pistols were loaded. He strode out and tried to find the source of the chaos and froze, having witnessed what happened to Ace's son. The figure who telekenetically weilded the chain was a dapper dressed fellow, with a suit and tophat and even a gentleman's walking cane. Caine's blood ran cold in shock and disbelief.

    The man chuckled and turned to look at Caine. He leisurely strolled over, his footsteps and the clinking chains the only noise as the area around them warped and drained of color. "Long time, no see..... brother." Cipher said icily. "I see you're no longer staked to a cliff wall, and carry the Weapon of Order now.... surprised you haven't trid to join your twin yet."


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

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    Lorietta had remained in her room the whole day, feeling a bit lazy for once.  When all the cries started to ring out, she got up from her bed and walked over to her window, looking out.  She frowned as she saw Death was dead and all sorts of other hell was breaking loose.  "Well (insert F word here)... I think we're all gonna die today..." she mused before walking over to her bed and pushing it a few feet to reveal a small door in the floorboards.  She lifted the door up to reveal a safe, and after unlocking it, pulled out some of the best and oldest whiskies and vodkas that could be found anywhere.  "Well, if I'm gonna die, might as well enjoy the best stuff I've been saving... too bad there's no one to enjoy it with."  She mumbled before plopping down on her bed and opening the first bottle to down it. After she got about a quarter of the way through it, she huffed and put the bottles on the night stand before getting up. She walked over to the window and looked out again before recognizing a familiar face perched not too far off. "Eh... what the hell..." she grumbled before walking out and poofing up next to Inferno on his perch. "Come on... if we're gonna die, I wanna die while drunk, and I hate drinking alone." She told him as she dragged him down from his perch and returned to her room with him.


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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

    Post  Arkham Outlaw on Mon Feb 05, 2018 1:21 am

    Aphrodite—goddess of sexuality, love & beauty—wife of hephaestus—girdle & mirror—location;; Aphrodite's Room—tagging;; Hephaestus—ooc;; //
    Aphrodite would not mind being held in arm - if it was not for a sudden burst of nausea. "Oh les dieux," oh gods she moans, turned her head away as she pressed a hand tightly to her lips and prayed it would pass. When Hephaestus said something was wrong, she mistook it as him being aware of her ailment. The problem was known as morning sickness by the mortals, yet it did not have a particular time of day for her. She lurched out of his arms, across the bed to snatch the bucket he had so gracious left out for her to claim. She bents over and heaves for a moment, gasping as she wonders why in hell she had even considered drinking some water earlier. "Darling?" she asks wearily, lifting her head up curiously as she hears something about his heart. When he looked out the window and declared Death dead, she shook her head and tried to dismiss it. "I am sure he is alright, you cannot know for sure - " she tries to reassure. There's a heaviness in the air, she can sense as much, yet the world is clouded by her fatigue and illness.

    She does not notice the arrow until it shatters the window. The goddess born of the sea feels the moment pass as if she is underwater. Her eyes recognized the arrow. She knows is better than she knows her own reflection, realizes who it belongs to and she's frozen in horror. Why.. why would he do this.. The arrow is going for Hephaestus' heart, she realizes. That is what he had been trying to tell her. Aphrodite sinks with dread and nearly reacts, she nearly throws herself in the arrow's path while she can and take the blow meant for her husband. However.. her stomach lurches and she remembers. 'I have to much to lose,' she thinks to herself. Tears flood her eyes as her lips part to warn her husband, words she knows will come too soon. Love could easily give herself to that which she loved, but not this way. She could not sacrifice the children made out of the love she embodied, with a man she loved. Her hand reaches out and she starts to move to push him out of the path, though she fears that she will be too late.


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    The Wolf does not answer, does not react as the god pursues. His gaze only lifts off the girl he cradles against his bare chest, lips lifting in a half-snarl as if challenging his senior to lay so much as a hand upon him or Tsuki. Fenrir is not afraid. Fenrir has never always been afraid. The beast that was trapped and tormented, locked away and kept in the dark, the monster who growled and screamed for release, clawing at the confines of his prison is all that he is. There is.. there is no soft side, he is Fenrir! He is Destruction and he is Death, the end for the Nordic gods and the end because he wanted it. There is no wobble to his shoulders, no. His hands do not shake as he holds the girl, comforts a soul once tormented as he had been all his youth. There is no - Fenrir starts, a growl as he furiously swipes across his eyes, removing the glittering traces of the damned weak, frail part of him that tore itself up inside. The monster versus the son. "There is no pillows." he growls furiously. Pillows.. they made him remember being smothered, jaws held shut by chains with a sword cutting into his lips. No, no no. Loki went on to complain about his nest, and Fenrir bristled slightly. He had no one to teach him how to make a nest! No pack leader to guide him, to teach him how to hunt or how to fight. He had taught himself. "She's my moon." He snaps back as if that makes up for the fact that they both realize he is wrong. The stolen blankets do no matter - Fenrir was sneaky, no one would know it was him.

    When Loki touches him, he bares his fangs but he does not snap. He wants to, he craves to... but the memory of Odin's hands on him, the surging pain as the bottom of a sword thud against his skull. You do not harm the Aesir, you stupid mutt! the god had commanded. Fenrir sniffs, head ducked even as his eyes burn with the same fire that had not failed once to bring fear into the eyes of even Odin. The Aesir would chain him. They would beat him, they could scar him... he would be the one to kill them all. "You. Left. Me. There." He all but screams as Loki accuses him of making the god sad. There's tears in his eyes, furious, but his achingly hurt that it almost softens his anger.The Wolf does take some of the advise to heart, after Loki leaves. He releases his hold on Tsuki slightly, a soft whimpering sound passing his lips as he starts the change.. but then stops it. 'No', he realizes with dread. She is a female, he could not forget and bound as they were, to let the wolf take over could be dangerous. The girl is fading.. he can sense it. Fenrir will lets out a keening wail, the sound to animistic to come from a mere man. "I will find you," he says, though does not know if she hears - if she is awake enough to hear. "We are pack.. I will find you." It is a solemn vow, a promise that no god in heaven or hell will keep him from fulfilling.


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    Something feels so very wrong. Eros feels cold, so cold. He shivers and draws himself closer, tucking his chin on his knees and wrapping his hands around his legs to bring them close to his chest. The feathers puff out behind him, in the futile attempt to warm. He wants to bring her close for a hug, but he has not forgotten the scorned love. Cuddling can only cure so much, and Eros feels for some reason.. responsible. It draws a sorrow at his heart, a nipping heart that makes the smile at last melt off of his face, his expression briefly hardening to something more suited to a son of War than Love. "I do not know, " he admits quietly, looking around as if he might see the source.

    The god is rather curious. There is a definite change in the air, a sense of wrongness.. but it almost feels refreshing. The war in his blood resonates with the air, a sort of strange giddiness bubbling up in his chest. Eros wants to laugh, he wants to sob. There's conflict writ on his face as he observes Thora, a mixture of uncertainty and consideration as she speaks of Loki. He smiles, impishly, a flicker of mischief in his eyes as he murmurs, "I could arrange for that.." His fingers reach out to empty air, his bow appearing out of the ether which it was stored, a blindfold appearing in his other hand and a quiver on his back. "Would that make you.. happy?" he asks, earnestly, always eager to please.
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    Re: The unholly Rp play!!!

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    Ace could feel something else was wrong, something else was horrid, and he went to search for his son. His presshouls little boy.

    Fate stopped screaming after so long, and clung to Blood who was frozen tears running down his throat. Cleaning cring to bring back there father.

    Blood couldn't do anything so he sat, he could feel another life slip, and knew it had been the girl Sorrow had been seeing, his little brother, would feel so much pain this night. There was nothing that could be done. He sat there tears streaming down his face as fate shook him as all he could here was he's dead he's dead please.

    Sorrow came in a furry and a flash to beg at the feet of his brother, to only find his father dead, his brothers in shock, and it was him who held his father's body, even as it faded " Charion has taken both my father and my love across the river " he said getting up he began to shake blood too asking him begging him to bring back his love, his father, his arm bandaged up tightly.

    Blood couldn't do anything, his boat was chained. So he wept and held is big brother and his little brother, because he couldn't sooth anyones heart even a little, and as time ticked and passed, there was no chance for him to be able to bring back sorrows love, but gods were another thing, but his boat was forever barred. They cried as brothers in a circle as two begged one, and that one felt more despair then any.

    Inferno " if you wanted laid you should just said so " he said brashly " and you know what this would be the second time " he grinned " does that mean were a couple or soemthing he said pushing her on the bed.

    Volt rolled his eyes but did nothing to stop anything, he was just glad, the nearest volcano was too far away.

    Ares some how continued to sleep through this.

    Lotus twist, ming, were all in cabin C waiting for other members and pooring over paper work to return the cursed rain to the cave of curses.

    Hessy, could feel the arrow, as it smashed through the glass, as it streeked for his heart, he could feel it, and being the master of the forge that he was caught it. Held on to it, with hands that Ares would fear if they weilded a weopon in battle. He looked at the thing that strained even in his hand, for his heart. IN that moment, it burst into horrid and violent flames. His voice was like thunder as he spoke " so it is you oh cursed object of the gods, who took my friends life.... it is you who causes those boys to weep, and it is me who punish you born of the world in my flames " the arrow screamed as hessy burned it. And rammed its point into a Diamond the size of a cantolope. Trapping it effectively and in the process sealing it tight. He growled the boys wouldn't be this upset, this distraught " Something is wrong with BLoods boat" he nearly growled flames seemed to burn and swirl around hessy his eyes ablaze with the fires of his forges, yet no heat rolled off him, as he a god of the forge and not death, simply leaped down from his window, taking Aphro with him looking at the god of the void he grinns " watch my wife or perrish " and as he stood, Hessy lord of the forge, Ripped open the Gate to the other side, a place only a god of the underworld or of death could do, with his bare hands, as flames swirled and flamed, a god of fire. In full view the realm of the dead could be seen, Charion standing there waiting for passengers, and the river stix. Hessy growls, Seeing the cursed anchor, and with his temper who was high and mighty, growled a cry that would send chills down any war gods spine, " who dares, Chain the boat I made " he snarls, and doing what no one not even chairon dares to do, goes wading into the river Stix, the water, afraid of the flames of the forge, the ever consuming anger of Hessy, parts, so that he may pass. When he gets to the other side of the river, ware Bloods boat is chained, He reached down and does what not even the god of time could, his temper which leveled Mt st hellens, which burried all of Pompe in Ash.... was used to lift and burn the might Anchor, till it screamed in agony at the masters flames, He snarled, as he charges into the realm of the underworld, Grabs a specific shalked and startled Death God, and forcfully Flings him back through the vail into the realm of the living, Taking the chain of Bloods boat, he fallowed. He stood then growling " anyone else I considered a friend ends up on this side of the damn River Charion you ferry them, and its your body I will be Fairing across " he snarled for emfasis.

    Thora shook her head " No he's been hurt to many times by father's hand " she said " its less cruel to let him pine "


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    Post  Dark Silence on Mon Feb 05, 2018 2:29 am

    Tsuki weakly opened her eyes and looked up at Fenrir. "Thank you...." She said in a whisper. "You're..... you're a good friend...." she murmured before she moved just enough to lightly kiss the wolf god before falling limp in his arms, her heartbeat almost completely gone now.

    Cipher laughed as he saw how petrified Caine was of him. "Did you miss me, brother?" He asked sarcastically as his bladed chains whipped around and wrapped themselves around the chaos god, lifting him off the ground. Blood seeped around the metal and fell to the ground in an ever growing pattern. Cipher chuckled. "You really are pathetic, although I have to hand it to you.... my eye has never healed all the way because of you." He growled, the chains growing tighter. "Now sit tight. I'll return the favor here soon. I have a little time punk to finish off.... stubborn ( B***ard) froze himself, but now he's just like glass, just right for the shattering...." Cipher sauntered over to King's frozen, golden form......

    Caine struggled, which all but destroyed one of his arms as he managed to get one of his guns out, the Chaos one, and shoot Cipher.

    Cipher hissed as the bullet hit his leg, and stumbled. His head swung back towards Caine as black ooze reformed itself around the hole. "I can finish you off then, if you don't like waiting."

    "Don't touch the kid." Caine growled threateningly. "Your qualm is with me. Not him."

    Cipher just laughed cruelly as he walked back over to Caine, but as he opened his mouth to say something cruel.....

    As a sword, glowing eerily, rammed itself through Cipher's chest. Cipher screamed as the sword glowed green and burned the god, turning his body to ash. The chains that bound Caine released the chaos god, who staggered but stayed on his feet, trying to stem the blood flowing forth from his ruined arm, cut down to the bone in multiple places. The owner and weilder of the sword skillfully sheathed the god slaying weapon. She was a petite woman with black hair streaked green, with one green eye and one blue eye, and basically wearing an outfit that looked like a cross between a spy assassin and a ninja. She was Trixie, the God Slayer, and Cipher's wicked powers and essence now were trapped in her sword, making it even stronger against another target.


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    Save our last goodbye
    Embedded in my mind, your face will never leave me
    Save our last goodbye
    It's killing me that I will never get to hear your laughter anymore

    -Disturbed, Save Our Last Goodbye
    In memory of one of my best friends

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