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Moon Goddess | 25 | She/They | Scorpio


Call me Metztli, or Metz, it's all cool. I've been roleplaying for years.
I consider myself casual to high casual roleplayer with a preference to fantasy, survival and some SoL. If you want to talk to me just shoot me a PM, everyone is welcomed!

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Maki watched as a girl's foot rolled forward, making her lose the balance she had as she lunged forward, the boxes in her arms flying up towards the sky. Besides her, a boy no younger than twelve tried to help her as he moved forward to try to get her from hitting the floor too hard. Unfortunately, a few of the boxes landed over his head, forcing the boy to shield his face from them as the girl fell to the ground. Another boy, older, came running from his cabin to the scene to help the other two get up and clean up the mess leaving the freshly baked pie alone by one of the benches.

"Are you okay?"

"What did I trip over?"

"Here, let me help you."

Humming out the song What's Up? Maki casually made their way up the steps of the cabin, snatched the pie, and began their way towards the Mess Hall where Valeria was most likely waiting for them. Behind Maki, the girl rubbed her ankle, the younger boy picked up the boxes, and the older one picked up a shiny ball bearing from the dirt path. None of them noticed as the child of Eris made their way away from them.

There were other campers when Makin finally arrived at the Mess Hall. Valeria and Maki agreed to meet after the obstacle tower to talk potions, gossip, and future pranks, but it seemed like she was late for their little date. And to think Maki had snatched a delicious and mouth-watering pie for them to share over some hot tea. Nevertheless, Maki sat down on the Eris table and pulled out the small notebook they always carried around.

The notebook mostly contained notes of various events that happened around them or successful chains Maki had caused. They pulled out one of the many small silver balls they carried around and toyed around it as they wrote down their success of the incidents minutes ago. Maki even sketched out the ball bearing, and as untalented they were with art, it didn't look too bad if they were to tilt their head sideways.

"Not bad," Maki mused as they flipped over the pages of the notebook. They had gotten a lot better at causing these chains of small accidents and little mishaps. It was fun to see people trip, fall, or just walk into tiny little accidents that inconvenienced others. It wasn't that they enjoyed others' sufferings, but it was those expressions people always wore as the accidents happen. Maki didn't know what it was called, but it was thrilling; it filled them with that unknown feeling that they couldn't get enough of it.

Besides, this time they had even gotten themselves some pie. A pie that was getting cold by the minute. Maki reached over to grab one of the forks in the middle of the table and began to dig into the still-warm peach pie. They were sure Valeria wouldn't mind; she didn't even know about the pie!

"Fuck, this pie is good."

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The events that had transpired earlier had left Kyrin confused. After leaving Elias alone on the cliff with the imaginary key in hand, he couldn't stop himself from smiling all the way back to cabin ten. He felt silly, almost. He couldn't figure out the feeling in his stomach or why his heart had fluttered seeing Elias's stupid face when Kyrin waved the key in front of his face. How could someone like that guy make him feel like this? Make him forget just for a few minutes that most of his life had been riddled with horrible shit. Make him forget that maybe, just maybe, he could allow people ; that. And then it was over. Just as quick as the feeling had come now, it was gone when he caught his own reflection on one of the windows. Memories began to flood in. One by one, all showing him that he was wrong. He couldn't risk getting hurt like that ever again.

"Stupid." Kyrin frowned at his own reflection before hurrying inside cabin ten. There was no one inside, good. With no sister insight, he made his way into their shared kitchen. He opened one of the cupboards and pushed some of the cereal boxes to reveal a bottle of Johnnie Walker Scotch Imani had smuggled the first day of summer camp. He rolled his eyes as he poured himself a glass. It was funny. Aphrodite had fallen for two accomplished men and given birth to two beautiful daughters, all of them so confident and so proud to be themselves. Then there was Kyrin. His father was nowhere in sight; he didn't even know the bastard's name. Pathetic.

Just like Kyrin.

With a sigh, the boy stared down the poured scotch before downing the glass he had poured. He debated putting the bottle back in its hiding spot again but settled with taking the whole bottle with him up to his room. He didn't want to hear Imani's worried words. He didn't want to see the disappointment in her eyes. Once in his room, he kicked off his shoes and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and staring at the dry plant sitting by the window. It had been a present from Imani. He had kept it alive for the past year or so, but now it was slowly dying. Kyrin didn't have enough energy to water it or care for it. Now it was just left to dry out with the view to the rest of the cabins.

Imani hummed softly as she walked into the cabin. She had just finished spreading the word around about Katherine's party with Madame Croix on her tail. The cat slipped past Imani's legs and hurried up the stairs with a soft and almost poised meow. She rolled her eyes at the spoiled cat as she stepped into the kitchen, stopping on her tracks when she saw the empty glass on the counter. She quirked an eyebrow as she approached the glass and picked it up, smelling the strong alcohol immediately. It couldn't be Ariana; she wasn't even here. Kyrin She put the glass down and rushed to open the cupboard, pushing the boxes of cereal out of the way to see the bottle of scotch gone.

Imani's heart stopped. "Fuck." She turned around and hurried up the stairs. No, no, not again. Imani couldn't find Kyrin like that again. The sight of blood had scared her shitless that day. To see her younger brother lying on the floor unconscious with a pool of blood around his head. She could still remember clearly how she had rushed to his side and took him in her arms, ugly crying and yelling for help. Kyrin had fallen during a drunken stupor and hit the side of his head. Luckily, one of the healers had been passing through to stabilize him before it was too late. Imani had cried so hard that day, afraid she could have lost Kyrin.

Back then, it had just been the two of them in the cabin. She had stayed by Kyrin's side until he had recovered, and he was well enough not to need her. Although she could see how he hated all the attention, Imani continued to stay by him. Afraid that he would pull something like that again, she had to keep an eye out for the younger boy. Krin never talked about that day, no matter how hard Imani tried to bring it up. Like he was running away from it. Now both of them pretended as it had never happened.

"Kyrin?" She called out as she approached the door to his room. Her cat was scratching at the door and meowing loudly for Kyrin to open up the door. She frowned, reaching for the handle. Imani could feel her heartbeat in her ears as she pushed the door open ready to call for help if needed, but she only stared at Kyrin standing by the window.

"Hey... Kai?" Under her, Madame Croix ran past her and to the boy's bed. She curled up in one of his sweaters comfortably while Imani walked over to Kyrin. "Hey, are you okay?" Her eyebrows furrowed with worry when he didn't respond.

Kyrin had been so lost in thought he hadn't even noticed Imani's cat scratching at his door. He had already drunk three glasses worth of scotch already, but he couldn't quite feel it yet. He wanted the numbness that came along with being drunk. To dull away some of the pain in his chest or, better yet, make him forget it altogether. But he was already there; Kyrin just couldn't feel it anymore.

"Didn't know you'd... be back so early," Kyrin finally turned to look towards Imani's direction, an easy smile spreading over his lips. He put down the bottle on his desk, almost missing it by an inch, before walking over to his bed to pet the cat. He didn't want to look at his sister in the eyes, not while he was like this. Kyrin was sure he would see the disappointment in her eyes; or worse, pity.

Imani frowned, watching the younger boy hobble to his bed. "Kai, you have to stop this." She walked to the edge of the bed and sat next to him. She had been relieved to see him still standing there. She reached over and took his hand slowly and gently, knowing that he could be startled at any moment. "I'm worried Kai. What if it happens again? What if it's the stairs and not the table?" She squeezed his hand, looking at him and almost begging for him to look back at her. She was in no way disappointed in him; she was worriedβ€”worried sick.

He didn't flinch away from her touch. Imani's hand felt soft and warm against his cool skin; it was almost welcoming. "I'm fine, Ani." Kyrin pulled his hand away from hers and rested it over Madame Croix's head, his fingers gingerly working under her chin. He didn't want to hear this. He didn't want to have this conversation. Not now or ever. Kyrin knew what he was doing. It wasn't the same as last time. He had just had some drinks this time; he hadn't even finished the bottle. Imani's worries didn't stem from anything, he knew.

Kyrin didn't want anyone's help. He didn't deserve it. "Don't. Nothing is going to happen, okay?" Why couldn't she just be like the rest and leave him alone? Just forget about it or ignore him. She had always been there for him since day one. Always asking how he was doing, always asking if he had eaten or slept well. Kyrin had been so unused by the sudden attention from Imani that he hadn't known how to handle it all. It had felt overbearing and suffocating at first; he had been so used to others ignoring his existence or just bossing him around. Imani shattered that. She showed him that she truly cared for him, and yet almost four years later, he was still unsure that it was real.

Even now, he didn't know if her worry for him was actually there or not. "I'm fine, okay?" He repeated, this time his voice a lot harsher. Why couldn't she see that he was fine? Kyrin hadn't been completely drunk this time. He hadn't tripped or broken anything or hurt himself; he was fine.

"You're not fine, Kai. I'm worried that one day I'll wake up and you won't be here." Imani looked down when he pulled his hand away. She understood that it was hard for Kyrin to accept any kind of help from others. She knew he was afraid to get hurt, but why couldn't he see that Imani wasn't just someone else? She was family, real family.

"Please, Kyrin." She reached over to him again.

"I said I'm fine! Why do you always have to butt in? Act as if you care so much?!" Kyrin looked at his sister this time. Despite the harsh voice, his eyes were distant, almost looking past Imani.

"You're not fine. You've been smoking a pack a day, you've started drinking again, and you keep pushing Ari and me away. Stop being a stubborn asshole, and let us help you!" Imani tried to keep her voice calm, but Kyrin just couldn't open his eyes and see how much she cared for him. How much Ariana did too.

"How? I barely know you, I barely know Ariana." Kyrin put Madame Croix on the bed and stood up from the bed. He walked across the room to the desk again; this time, he opened one of the drawers and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes. He fumbled with the packaging a bit before he was finally able to lit one of the cigarettes.

Imani hurried over to Kyrin and snatched the cancer stick from his lips just as he lit it. She glared at him as she slipped it into the scotch bottle, letting the cigarette fall on the honey-colored liquid. "I am still you sister." She took the box away from him and shoved it into the pockets on her skirt. "I still love you, no matter how much of an asshole you are. I need you to understand that, Kyrin." She took his hand, her eyes softening and looking over him. "We love you, okay? Ariana and I love you. You are our family." With her other hand, she reached up to brush some of his hair off his eyes, a small smile gracing her features. "And you can't get rid of us."

Kyrin stared at Imani. He had frozen in place and watched as she snatched the cigarette and box from him. "Imani-" He tried to say, but she continued to talk over him, shoving her care and love for him into him by force. He didn't have a choice. Imani wouldn't allow him to run away anymore, that was clear. Kyrin knew he couldn't push her or Ariana forever, and it felt like the walls he had built over the years were slowly cracking.

It scared him.

"I..." He didn't know what to say anymore. Kyrin wouldn't admit that he needed help or that there was something wrong in the first place, but Imani was so persistent. So adamant in helping him that Kyrin couldn't just say no when he knew she wouldn't accept that answer. "... okay." He didn't pull away from her this time; instead, he let her brush away the strands of hair and looked down at their hands. It was okay to be scared.

It's okay to be afraid. Those same words he had said to Erin were now ringing in his mind. It would be okay like she would be. He had a family now, a real family that wanted to there for him. That actually cared for him and didn't just keep him around for the extra money. It was okay to be scared.

Imani nodded, pulling Kyrin in and wrapping her arms around him. "Come, I'll make a nice onion stew to sober you up." She pulled back, looking at her younger brother for a second before taking his hand like a little kid and pulling him along. "Oh! J'ai presque oubliΓ©." She turned around and walked over to the desk to take the now ruined bottle of scotch with them.

"Imani, I-" Kyrin frowned, looking down again at their hands. "Ta..."

"No need, Kai. You're my family, don't forget that." Imani squeezed his hand gently as they entered the kitchen. She was happy that Kyrin hadn't pushed her back this time; it was a step forward and she was proud of him.


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Fuck.

"Kyrin, I didn't-" Elias frowned, watching the boy in front of him break. He could see those honey-brown eyes full of pain. His heart twisted in his chest; Elias had caused this. His reckless and selfish actions had caused Kyrin's break down. He had to do something, make Kyrin feel better or help him relax or- anything. He hated seeing people in pain, hated seeing people lose their way.

Elias approached Kyrin, but the son of Aphrodite had already turned his back towards him and was walking away. The blond frowned and began to follow the trail of smoke. He couldn't let Kyrin be left alone right now. Gods, he was a hypocrite. He had preached just a few seconds ago about leaving someone alone and trusting them- but this situation. It was different. It felt different. Imani's worries for her brother didn't stem out of anywhere. There was something in Kyrin's eyes that Elias could see. Something he had seen before in him long ago.

It worried Elias.

Kyrin could still hear Elias behind him. He ignored the footsteps and concentrated on the sound of leaves under his shoes. The crunch of every leaf and stick he stepped on. The sound of the trees above Kyrin dancing in the wind and the birds singing to one another. It was a sound Kyrin hadn't gotten used to yet. After years of living in camp, he was still not used to nature around him. Back in Cork, he was so used to the paved streets, the sounds of cars and sirens and so used to the demeaning insults and threats.

Kyrin could still remember his first day at camp. Imani had made him feel so welcomed, yet at the same time, he had been so afraid she was just trying to bring down his guard. She'd spent the first year convincing him that she truly cared for Kyrin. Yet, even after four years, he still had his doubts. It was difficult to see anyone ever wanting him after all the years of neglect he had suffered.

The trees around Kyrin began to clear as he walked up the incline. He found himself on the cliff of the island that overlooked the ocean. He had lost track of time. He wasn't sure how much he had walked until he laid eyes on the horizon. The summer sun was beaming down on his, but the cool breeze from the sea kept him cool enough not to be bothered by the heat. Kyrin took one last drag from the cigarette before he approached the edge of the cliff.

It would be so easy. Kyrin looked down at the rocky shore under him to the waves crashing over the rocks.

Elias had been following Kyrin for almost ten minutes now. He wasn't sure if Kyrin was aware that Elias had followed or if he was simply being ignored. Even then, he continued to follow the other boy, unsure of where he was going. It wasn't until Elias realized they were walking on an incline that he realized where Kyrin was going. Elias hurried his pace to catch up to Kyrin, afraid that he wouldn't see him there once he came up to the cliff.

But there he was. Kyrin standing by the edge, looking down. Elias could feel his heartbeat in his ears as he slowly approached the son of Aphrodite. "Kyrin- I-" For the first time, Elias had nothing to say. He didn't know what to say exactly. An apology would just fall on deaf ears and would probably just irritate Kyrin. Instead, he walked closer to the other boy without saying anything else. He wanted to be close enough, just in case. Elias frowned at the thought.

On my 11th birthday, I ran away from my current foster home to a lake. I think it was named Atlantic Pond, near River Lee." Kyrim looked over his shoulder when he heard the footsteps approaching from behind. He reached into his pocket, this time with still hands, and slipped out another cigarette. The trembling was gone now, along with the suffocating feeling that had overcome he a few minutes prior. Kyrin was back to his old boring self.

"I'd spend most of the day looking at the water." He continued as he lit the cigarette and took a small drag. "I would see other kids with their dads fishing there. I... I was jealous of them, you know." He didn't know why exactly he was sharing this with Elias. Perhaps it was because he had told Elias so many false experiences that Elias might not know this one was real. Or Kyrin finally wanted someone to know something real about him. "How could I not? Those kids had at least one parent that cared enough to take them out to fish, or walk, or do something with them."

Elias watched Kyrin as he stepped next to him. There were so many things he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to say. To reassure Kyrin that he wasn't that little kid anymore. To tell him that he didn't have to run away and watch as others made connections, but he couldn't get a word out. Instead, Elias took a seat next to Elias and tugged the hem of the other boy's shirt to motion him to sit.

"I never told my mother, but I was jealous of other kids too. The ones that had two parents." Elias shrugged a shoulder as he moved his gaze to the ocean before them. He let his hands rest behind him, using them to prop himself up and feet dangling over the edge of the cliff. He took a deep breath before he continued, "Then I came to realize I didn't need another parent. I had the rest of my family." He glanced at Kyrin again, "Like you have your family now. You have Imani, Ariana, and Erin."

Kyrin felt Elias step next to him, making him move away just the tiniest bit further to the side. When he felt the tug on his shirt, he looked down, debating for a second or two if he should take the opportunity to run or sit. Kyrin, against all odds, sat down next to Elias. He tucked in his legs against his chest and rested his chin over his knees. There was something strangely soothing about all of this. As much as he thought he would want to get away from Elias, he had stayed, listening to him. It was... strange.

He didn't say anything when Elias stopped talking. It wasn't the same. Elias had had his mother, someone to care for him and nurture him since birth. Kyrin had no one. Although he had his two sisters and Erin now, it wasn't the same. He cared for them, all of them, but nothing would take away all those years he had suffered before coming to the camp. The beatings, the neglect, the scars would never go away.

"Imani always tells me to keep looking forward." Kyrin's voice was just above a whisper. "But I'm just so... tired." He brought up the cigarette to his lips to take a long drag from it. The smoke burned the back of his throat, using the slight pain to keep him grounded. He didn't even know why Elias was here talking to him. He had nothing to gain from him. Nothing at all. It wasn't a secret that Kyrin could be an absolute asshole at times, and Elias was no stranger to that either, so why?

It didn't matter. "I should go." Kyrin didn't want to be here anymore. To talk to Elias like he'd be able to do something or make him feel any different. He had already said what he wanted. Kyrin had no more reason to stay. Some of the weight had been lifted off his chest; as temporary as that was, it felt like he could go on without another break like this for a few more days. Gods, Kyrin felt pathetic. He took another drag before he began to get up from his seat next to Elias.

"Wait," Elias almost reached over to grab Kyrin's hand before he remembered. He lowered his hand and cleared his throat, "Just stay here, a little longer. I'll keep my mouth shut if you want." He hadn't been able to hear Kyrin's voice; all he had heard was the word "tired," and even that word alone made Elias's stomach flip inside out. Like his body was demanding him to do something- anything. Elias couldn't read Kyrin. It was so difficult to see if the boy was bothered by him or not, and honestly, He just wanted to get to know him better.

To prove his point, Elias made a zipping motion over his lips, locked the imaginary lock, and offered the key to Kyrin. There was a small smile ghosting his lips as he did so, hoping that Kyrin would take said imaginary key and pocked it. He wouldn't talk unless Kyrin allowed him so. Like this, Elias couldn't say the wrong things to the boy next to him.

Kyrin watched Elias with some amusement. As much as he hated to admit it, Elias could be a fucking dork sometimes. He started at the imaginary offered key for a second or two before he rolled his eyes and took the key. Whatever, as long as Elias kept his mouth shut, Kyrin was fine with this arrangement.

He settled next to Elias once more, the cigarette between his lips as he did so. Kyrin closed his eyes and listened to the waves crash against the rocks below them. It almost felt serene to sit like this.

Minutes passed before Kyrin opened his eyes again. His cigarette had burned to the butt at this point. He put it out, not caring that some of the ashes had fallen on his clothes. A few more minutes before he turned his head to Elias. "You managed to stay quiet for a while. Congratulations." An amused smirk played on his lips before he finally stood up, arms stretching over his head for a second. Kyrin hesitated for a second before saying, "... Thank you"

Without letting Elias reply, not that he could, Kyrin waved the imaginary key in Elias's face before turning on his heels and walking back towards the camp, leaving Elias on the cliffside.

Peace. That's what Elias had felt for almost thirty minutes before Kyrin decided he had had enough. He watched Kyrin get up, eyes trailing over the boy and catching a glimpse of his stomach when he stretched. Elias cleared his throat, looking back at the ocean for a second before Kyrin spoke. Thank you? While he had expected the former sentence, he hadn't expected to hear a thank you from Kyrin. It's safe to say that it took Elias by surprise. A smile spread over his features, giving Kyrin a small nod.

Wait. Elias watched Kyrin wave the key before he walked away with it. Elias blinked, once, twice, three times before he groaned. Great. Kyrin had taken advantage of their little agreement, and now Elias wasn't allowed to talk in front of the guy.

"That little..." Elias groaned to himself once Kyrin was out of earshot. He was sure Kyrin would use that to his advantage, no mistake of that. He shook his head before turning back to the ocean. Still, it was nice. To have helped Kyrin like this, as small as it seemed it made Elias just a bit more hopeful. He let out a small laugh, using his hands to cover the stupid smile on his face.
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Elias had stayed the majority of the time in the back with Kyrin, listening in to the conversation around him. He had kept his eyes on Kyrin most of the time and only half paying attention to what everyone was saying. He was worried for Kyrin. The situation with Erin might push him further into the reckless behavior Imani had warned him around. He had tried to bring it up with Kyrin before but he had always been shut down or just straight up ignored. If he pushed too hard then the boy would kick him to the curve and ignore Elias until he gave up. He couldn't let that happen but at the same time had to do something about Kyrin's behavior.

Elias only turned his attention to the group in front of him when he heard Spencer and Greyson bickering and throwing jabs at one another. Could they not put their differences aside for one second and just be quiet? If only they paid attention and looked at the girl they were trying to help, they would see that Erin was overwhelmed. Elias almost wanted to tell everyone to shut up and leave the girl alone for a few minutes.

Then, after a few minutes of silence from the boy next to him, Kyrin finally spoke up and approached Erin. Elias frowned, watching the back of the blond's head and watching as he touched Erin on the shoulder. Erin needed to get ground, but all of this was too much. Even for him. When Erin finally moved from her seat and past Kyrin, he approached the boy grasping his wrist. His fingers wrapped gently but firmly around the pale skin.

"You shouldn't go after her, none of you..." Elias pulled Kyrin closer to him, afraid that the boy would snatch his wrist back and run after Erin. He ripped his gaze from Kyrin to the rest of the boys sitting around. "Have trust in Erin that she'll do the right thing," Without another word, he pulled Kyrin with him and out of the cabin to the open air. He continued to walk past Carlos and Anzu, and past the last few cabins. It wasn't until the trees began to surround them that Elias finally let Kyrin go.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dragged you like this." Elias turned to face the boy in front of him. Now Elias was beating himself up for that. He had fucked it up, hadn't he?
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The Guild had been buzzing with excitement for the past few days. New faces and voices filled up the place Rohaan had called home for the past three years. It was a bit exciting, Rohaan had to admit, to see the new wave of initiates willing to give up their past lives and start a new one in the Guild. He wondered what that must have felt like. He had seen a fair share of initiates sitting at the same table he now stood in front of. The first day was always the worse. Suran had said that these introductions were important. Rohaan didn't like them one bit; the initiates always saw him as some slow-witted guy. Rohaan was just shy.

Rohaan examined the so proclaimed former knight. He didn't look much like a knight; from the books Rohaan had read, they were supposed to be tall handsome people with shining armors. Mathias was far from handsome. Then again, Rohaan had only been reading children's books for the past few months. He moved his attention to the human, a plain and blind human. Boring a small voice said in the back of his mind. No, not boring. Interesting. A human, Rohaan had never seen a human this close before. A blind one at that.

Stupid voice.

"Ah, I-I am an Adept. It's nice to meet you, Mathias and Vela." Rohaan finally spoke after the other two introduced themselves. He bowed his head slightly as a greeting to them. "I hope we can work together nicely." A timid smile ghosted his lips.

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The feeling of Katherine's arm around her once again grounded Imani. She turned her head slightly when she felt the lips on her bare shoulder then her neck and finally her jawline. The closeness and familiarity of the other girl's figure pressed against her eased her mind somewhat. Katherine had a gift to do that. To make Imani forget where who she was. While it was a pleasant distraction at the moment she had to watch herself around Katherine. It was dangerous for her to lose herself around others.

Shivers ran down her spine when she felt those lovely lips of Katherine's on her ear. Imani couldn't help but to lean back just a tad and turn her head further to catch the corner of Katherine's lips. "And I have to go make sure Madame Croix hasn't scratched my boots." She smiled, watching the other girl pull back and maneuver away from her. How smooth. Gods, that woman was was something.

"Don't worry, I'll see you at the party, mon trΓ©so." Imani waved after her, her eyes wandering down to Katherine's butt. Brushing her curled hair off her shoulder, Imani walked out of the arena herself. She needed to find Kyrin and make sure he didn't go off on a quest to find their mother's Dove with the potential thief. She knew how much he cared for Erin, and she also knew how much Kyrin wanted to go out there. To find himself in a battle and just-

Imani bit her lip, pulling at her button again. No. She couldn't let Kyrin go. No matter what. With that, she began to make her way towards the big house. She noticed a large group gathering just a few feet away from the building. She spotted various boys, including Kyrin amongst them. Good. If there were that many people willing to go with Erin, Kyrin didn't have to go. He wouldn't have a choice but to stay here in camp. She could keep her eyes on him and make sure he didn't do anything reckless. That eased her mind enough for her to change her course.

Instead, she made her way back to Aphrodite's Cabin instead. It was true about Madame Croix, that cat loved to scratch her boots if she didn't get out of the cabin enough.
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N A M E
Vera of Kleis
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R A C E
Tiefling
S H O R T B I O
Vera is a noble born woman, daughter to the Duke of Kleis. She studied to become a mage since a young age and joined the Princess's royal guard. She grew closer to the Princess, first as friends then as lovers. Bitch messed up when she began to realize that the Princess was planning to overthrow her mother and take the crown for herself. The Princess was displeased with the way her mother was ruling. She was convinced that the neighboring Kingdoms wouldn't uphold their side of the peace treaty and wanted to wage war against them.

Long story short, Vera killed the Princess and was banished by the Queen out of the Kingdom.

Now she lives in a small fishing town with her adopted son, Kerr.
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