Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2013 19:44:01 GMT -8
It was a pleasant day at camp, and even a certain Son of Hecate/Warlock could see that.
Uriel never left the comfort of his cabin often. Though he did took little strolls around camp, and even practiced sword fighting at the arena, he was never really the type to be distinguished for always going to a certain place. So he thought that staying in his cabin would be much satisfactory, than being too outgoing and trying to fit in too much.
And yet, this time he found himself straying out of his cabin, with his lovely demonic hellhound prancing behind him, it's putrid saliva dropping down the grassy path it trekked. The hound just groaned behind Uriel, who in turn didn't pay much attention to his beast. It was bad enough that he had to go to the armory for a replacement for his lost sword. And if anything, Uriel hated the Armory the most.
He just couldn't explain it. The dread that came with coming contact with a place smelling so bad with the sweat and blood spent by the workers there, and the fact that it made all the things that made a demigod dangerous. It also radiated danger, considering one small mistake can fry the lot of them alive. Uriel didn't exactly appreciate the fact that he knew nothing about that type of machinery as well. So maybe you could have seen his severe dislike of that armory. Even if the ones working on forging swords mostly nice.
Within no time, Uriel was standing out the armory, his little beast pet staring at the door. Uriel just glared at the door, before giving hisp et a sympathetic pat on his black fur."Halt young one, I know you do not have much love for this dreaded place as well." Uriel quipped, and the dog circled him, right as he walked in the armory, a sense of dread running through his mind. Though annoyance was hidden. A small frown crossed his features when he found the armory, almost empty.
Well, company wasn't an option. He normally found comfort in the feeling of other people, because they knew how to operate these...machinery and weaponry. While he did not have the slightest clue as to how they worked. De Felipe, however, knew that he didn't need to stay much longer. he just needed to find his sword and walk out the door.. Not that bad, right? Well his delusion was quickly shot down when he stared at the rack of weaponry.
It might have been heaven for some, but Uriel found some weapons horrid. Axes, bows or even some spears of the sort. He prefered to use his own abilities to get out of harm's way, though even that proved to be inadequate when faced with horrible creatures. So, he must adapt to some situations, and that made him rather annoyed. A small frown escaped him once more, and he asked, to noone in particular but himself. "Well, isn't this a nice surprise. Perhaps I should take this one—"
He almost touched a huge warhammer. One that would really prove unfit for him, if not the sound of someone nearing, he would've grabbed the weapon.
Uriel never left the comfort of his cabin often. Though he did took little strolls around camp, and even practiced sword fighting at the arena, he was never really the type to be distinguished for always going to a certain place. So he thought that staying in his cabin would be much satisfactory, than being too outgoing and trying to fit in too much.
And yet, this time he found himself straying out of his cabin, with his lovely demonic hellhound prancing behind him, it's putrid saliva dropping down the grassy path it trekked. The hound just groaned behind Uriel, who in turn didn't pay much attention to his beast. It was bad enough that he had to go to the armory for a replacement for his lost sword. And if anything, Uriel hated the Armory the most.
He just couldn't explain it. The dread that came with coming contact with a place smelling so bad with the sweat and blood spent by the workers there, and the fact that it made all the things that made a demigod dangerous. It also radiated danger, considering one small mistake can fry the lot of them alive. Uriel didn't exactly appreciate the fact that he knew nothing about that type of machinery as well. So maybe you could have seen his severe dislike of that armory. Even if the ones working on forging swords mostly nice.
Within no time, Uriel was standing out the armory, his little beast pet staring at the door. Uriel just glared at the door, before giving hisp et a sympathetic pat on his black fur."Halt young one, I know you do not have much love for this dreaded place as well." Uriel quipped, and the dog circled him, right as he walked in the armory, a sense of dread running through his mind. Though annoyance was hidden. A small frown crossed his features when he found the armory, almost empty.
Well, company wasn't an option. He normally found comfort in the feeling of other people, because they knew how to operate these...machinery and weaponry. While he did not have the slightest clue as to how they worked. De Felipe, however, knew that he didn't need to stay much longer. he just needed to find his sword and walk out the door.. Not that bad, right? Well his delusion was quickly shot down when he stared at the rack of weaponry.
It might have been heaven for some, but Uriel found some weapons horrid. Axes, bows or even some spears of the sort. He prefered to use his own abilities to get out of harm's way, though even that proved to be inadequate when faced with horrible creatures. So, he must adapt to some situations, and that made him rather annoyed. A small frown escaped him once more, and he asked, to noone in particular but himself. "Well, isn't this a nice surprise. Perhaps I should take this one—"
He almost touched a huge warhammer. One that would really prove unfit for him, if not the sound of someone nearing, he would've grabbed the weapon.
