Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2013 0:44:32 GMT -8
Annabeth Chase was a brilliant strategist, a knife specialist, a tactician, an architect, and she was flying a half-dead Pegasus back to Camp Half-Blood at a speed she had to beg the animal to maintain. Wounded as he was, she had a hard time holding onto him anywhere without causing him further injury. She felt responsible for his wounds, more than anything, she'd gotten too caught up in her search for the Roman Camp, had forgotten to occasionally look back to check for monsters. How was she to know any Cyclopes in the world could be that quiet. Her mistake had been the type a person never forgot, she was sure she had broken ribs. Each second was more excruciating than that last, and she found her vision fluttering black now and then. She owed the Cyclopes' a thank you if she saw them again, a sarcastic 'thank you', that is, for if she died it would be because they chased her off before she managed to collect her Ambrosia squares. The Pegasus had been struck in the chest, his own breaths were even shallower than those of the Daughter of Athena's.
She whimpered softly as a sudden gust halted her flying steed's movement, and sent her slamming into the back of the poor creature's neck. Her stomach lurched, and she puked over the side of her mount. The Pegasus released a weak sound of disgust, turning them into a downward hurtle, pulling up as they neared the camp. She wanted to tell him to slow down, but her voice was lost in the howling winds. The Pegasus' foot struck ground, and, in his weakened state, gave way. His tumble was short, one flip and he exploded into a fine dust. The mortal girl wasn't so lucky, though her Pegasus had died, she did not. She bounced twice on the ground before coming to an abrupt halt against the side of a Cabin she didn't recognize at the time.. She slumped to the ground, she didn't have the oxygen in her body to scream, but she wanted to. She was usually brave, but not now, the pain had found it's way into every inch of he body, she couldn't move.
She found no breath for a full minute, and not until then did she feel the fullest extent of her injuries and wished with a longing to feel nothing again. She dug her fingers into the grassy soil beneath her hands, fighting to rise to her feet. She wasn't sure if she was hallucinating, but she could swear she was surrounded by campers, but that didn't make sense, if there were campers, why weren't they helping her?
She frowned at the faces, and glanced down, blinking at he body she no longer recognized as her own. Sure enough, however, when she bent her fingers, the fingers she was staring at moved, when she breathed, the nearly exposed chest of the body she stared at moved in sync. She glanced at the cabin she'd slammed into, the Hades Cabin, with it's obsidian design, she'd shattered the outer layer of the building, and in the process managed to fall into the bits of volcanic glass that were sharper than a scalpel. But not only fall in them, no, the Daughter of Athena had writhed in them, and when she looked down at her hands, she found them with chunks of Obsidian buried in them. She sat back, finding the base of the Hades Cabin her seat, and wincing as several new pieces of obsidian made their homes in her thighs and bottom. She laid her head back, releasing a long, hissing breath from between her teeth. With a barely sustained humor, she smiled weakly, "Medic...", she whispered.
Word Count: 627
Notes: First Annabeth Post! F*ck YEAH!!!
Tagged: @percy
She whimpered softly as a sudden gust halted her flying steed's movement, and sent her slamming into the back of the poor creature's neck. Her stomach lurched, and she puked over the side of her mount. The Pegasus released a weak sound of disgust, turning them into a downward hurtle, pulling up as they neared the camp. She wanted to tell him to slow down, but her voice was lost in the howling winds. The Pegasus' foot struck ground, and, in his weakened state, gave way. His tumble was short, one flip and he exploded into a fine dust. The mortal girl wasn't so lucky, though her Pegasus had died, she did not. She bounced twice on the ground before coming to an abrupt halt against the side of a Cabin she didn't recognize at the time.. She slumped to the ground, she didn't have the oxygen in her body to scream, but she wanted to. She was usually brave, but not now, the pain had found it's way into every inch of he body, she couldn't move.
She found no breath for a full minute, and not until then did she feel the fullest extent of her injuries and wished with a longing to feel nothing again. She dug her fingers into the grassy soil beneath her hands, fighting to rise to her feet. She wasn't sure if she was hallucinating, but she could swear she was surrounded by campers, but that didn't make sense, if there were campers, why weren't they helping her?
She frowned at the faces, and glanced down, blinking at he body she no longer recognized as her own. Sure enough, however, when she bent her fingers, the fingers she was staring at moved, when she breathed, the nearly exposed chest of the body she stared at moved in sync. She glanced at the cabin she'd slammed into, the Hades Cabin, with it's obsidian design, she'd shattered the outer layer of the building, and in the process managed to fall into the bits of volcanic glass that were sharper than a scalpel. But not only fall in them, no, the Daughter of Athena had writhed in them, and when she looked down at her hands, she found them with chunks of Obsidian buried in them. She sat back, finding the base of the Hades Cabin her seat, and wincing as several new pieces of obsidian made their homes in her thighs and bottom. She laid her head back, releasing a long, hissing breath from between her teeth. With a barely sustained humor, she smiled weakly, "Medic...", she whispered.
Word Count: 627
Notes: First Annabeth Post! F*ck YEAH!!!
Tagged: @percy