[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F0DAE2]Myth the Muse[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://list.lisimg.com/image/5301529/700full.jpg[/img][hr][color=F0DAE2][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Courtyard (P6)
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Myth could understand anger, she could even understand needing to unleash it physically. But to do so against another person was uncalled for. Unless the situation deemed violence was needed, and a nickname was not justifiable in her eyes. [color=F0DAE2]"Look, I agree with you in some aspects and you forever have my heart, love, but that was uncalled for. I'd like for you to apologize to that woman the next time you are able to. As for your sister, you should be thankful you have a family. I know only what I've seen of other families. Siblings get on your nerves and annoy you, but that is their job. I don't know if this all applies to the gods of Asgard, but for us regular folk, we annoy our families to no end because we love them. Do you not love your sister? I've only known them for a little bit and I can see the amount of love they have for you. So, perhaps talking to them is better than building up all this anger and hatred? At least you have a family."[/color]

As they neared the scene, she saw what looked to be a battle taking place, Bruce immediately jumped into action and the girl Antonije was with appeared...off. And as if to showcase that, she ran over to a body and began to drink from it. Myth wanted to stare in horror, but she knew she had to aid in some way. So she ran over to Antonije and knelt down by him. She checked him, but could not see what was wrong. [color=F0DAE2]"Tate, are you all right?"[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9F6D88]Fleur La Mallificum[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/87d09fce886131a585da05553d8ca0fe/tumblr_pbhmtrPriu1qgbxhso1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=9F6D88][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Witch's Country
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Fleur nodded as Asha left her. She would not be opposed to seeing these Ancient Ways. If it meant she grew more powerful, she would not be opposed to it. The hour grew late though, while others would go to sleep and rest for the next day, she knew witches were different. This was the prime time to be one. She stood up and exited the tent to see the others dancing around the fire, singing and laughing. 

This is what she desired for her own coven. To be free to do as they wish, to not have some danger lurking over their head. This could not be though, not with the powers on the throne. She would sooner be put to the stake than to live free. And now, with Nera gone, she had no desire to live peacefully anymore.

Perhaps she would go back to check on Nera before making her way back to the Witch's Road.