[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/623360226481012766/830510933285273610/5fa292dd93329b2167dedfb4bf154665.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Beach
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Demetri both relished and loathed the quiet of this Grove. While it was true that he couldn't be a nuisance to anyone in here, it did have the unfortunate downfall of allowing him to simmer within his own thoughts. Memories flashed inside his mind, times spent with Zeke at this location. He reached up to feel the beanie Zeke had gifted him near his birthday, his thoughts cut short as a loud banging began to resonate nearby. Demi hadn't been aware of how close to the border this grove was, but as he shifted his way around the tree he saw a large beast bashing into the camp's barrier. He flinched at the next thud, worried for a moment that the defenses would fail just in time for him to become dinner. [Color=6666FF]"Can't I have [i]one[/i] moment of privacy?"[/color] 

Demetri felt something inside him tug. A marionette pulling the strings of his body as if to direct him on what to do. His eyes fixated on the Manticore, studying it, before decidedly going for the large stinger on its back. Demi lifted his hand, the shadows of the beast's tail following suit as they wrapped around the appendage and jabbed the stinger into the creature's back. If it had a poison, it didn't seem to affect it. He now stood on the thin line of anger and concern. His other hand moving as if on its own, the shadows of the manticore wriggling up and wrapping around its legs to keep it held in place. [Color=6666FF]"Leave here, or my next move won't be so kind."[/color] The strings he'd felt tugging on him began to feel taught, ready to snap at a notice. Shadows creeped around him without his notice as he stared down the manticore.

[Hider= Held Roll] If the manticore tries to attack or come closer, Demi will summon shadows to wring its neck in an attempt to snap or choke it.[/hider]

[hr][h1][b][i][color=CC00CC][center]Cassian Rudenko[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/844140037963644949/855e9aabdb4e547cabf9f9441afd50a4.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC00CC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Arena
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Cassian cast his gaze downwards as Leda mentioned the other children of the gods. He hadn't considered how selfish it must seem to whine about not seeing your father when there were kids who weren't even claimed, others who had never met their parents, and then those who only saw them when they needed something from their children. He pursed his lips before exhaling. [Color=CC00CC]"I suppose you're right. I'm lucky enough that he was punished to be here, and I'm sure I'll see him soon. After all that what you big three prophecy kids are for right? To end all of this?"[/color] The gods [i]had[/i] to stop arguing once the items were found…right?

Cassian had overheard a few campers talking about the meeting. Some saying that it was most likely going to be ending soon. He supposed that Leda had also heard, watching her as her weight shifted from one leg to the other. He was about to try and break off so that she could go when she ended up doing it herself. Cass awkwardly chuckled, giving her a half-cocked smile. [Color=CC00CC]"Yeah. Sounds like it should be wrapping up pretty soon. But try and make it back alive ok?"[/color]