Post by Aaron Shade on Jun 27, 2011 22:41:07 GMT -5
Aaron made his way through the camp to his cabin. He had woken up in the infirmary and gotten a checkover by the nurse. The nectar and ambrosia had healed the minor cuts he had gotten from running through the forest of thorns. The cut on his cheek was patched and had stiches. The slash he had received from the monster hounds on his arm that was also stitched up. The bite mark on his side, however, gave him the most pain. His side was carefully bandaged. It burned and stung whenever he walked, forcing him to the floor. That's why he had crutches to support him. He leaned on them all the way to cabin number three. Hades.
It was fancy black. Patterns of black obsidian lined the roof. Walls of obsidian surrounded the cabin on three sides. It wrapped around the back and two sides, leaving the front for entrances. Skulls were set on the front of each wall. Curious, he touched one. The skull burst into black flame suddenly, frightening Shade and making him nearly fall. The fire spread across the walls and licked the walls in black tongues.
He muttered to himself about too fancy and walked inside, ignoring the walls of flame. At least it wasn't touching the cabin itself. Inside was simple. Black tables, Black leather couch, and a large black bed. Well, large in his point of view. it was simple and good for him. He sat down, finding his stuff. He sheathed his only belongings. Two short swords and a long double edged sword with a skull on the hilt. Their leather cases covered them.
"Smoke and whither."
The words rang through the cabin though he whispered them. The swords shimmered, then began to smoke. The wavered in the light and disappeared. They would come when he called him. He valued the swords more than anything else. It was his father's gift.
It was fancy black. Patterns of black obsidian lined the roof. Walls of obsidian surrounded the cabin on three sides. It wrapped around the back and two sides, leaving the front for entrances. Skulls were set on the front of each wall. Curious, he touched one. The skull burst into black flame suddenly, frightening Shade and making him nearly fall. The fire spread across the walls and licked the walls in black tongues.
He muttered to himself about too fancy and walked inside, ignoring the walls of flame. At least it wasn't touching the cabin itself. Inside was simple. Black tables, Black leather couch, and a large black bed. Well, large in his point of view. it was simple and good for him. He sat down, finding his stuff. He sheathed his only belongings. Two short swords and a long double edged sword with a skull on the hilt. Their leather cases covered them.
"Smoke and whither."
The words rang through the cabin though he whispered them. The swords shimmered, then began to smoke. The wavered in the light and disappeared. They would come when he called him. He valued the swords more than anything else. It was his father's gift.
