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POSTED ON Dec 28, 2013 11:21:34 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 11:21:34 GMT -8

Waking up in his bunker, Evan sat up and looked out of the tiny window he had that over saw some of Camp Midgard. As he got out of bed, he half assed fixed his sheets and changed into some clean clothes. The young boy hadn't been at camp for very long and he had yet been to be claimed by his Godly parent. Grabbing a jacket, as the young kid got cold easily, he shoved his arms inside and zipped it up.

While most of the campers sat with their siblings or their friends that they had known for a long time, Evan sat alone like always. Picking at his food rather than actually consuming any of it, Evan merely looked around at all of the other campers as he poked and prodded his food with his fork. Simply tossing the rest of his food away to the wolves, Evan zipped his hoodie even more and made his way to the stables.

Rather than training like everybody else, Evan spent most of his time in the stables with the dragons. He was horrible at trying ti wield any weapon aside from anything with a short reach to it. And the dragons were much more interesting than being bestial and primal, or 'training'. Once inside the stable, Evan grabbed a set of armor and a brush. Quickly putting the armor on as he ran over to his own dragon, he smiled. The dragon, like him, was a runt. It was a perfect match for him really, the two had bonded quickly since he arrived. "Hey there" he said to the silver scaled dragon, to which he had simply named Opal. Though it seemed very girly, he had named the dragon after his mother's birthstone. Grabbing the brush, he looked over at the dragon. "Okay, time to clean you."

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POSTED ON Jan 5, 2014 1:12:37 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 1:12:37 GMT -8

He didn’t like the dragons and they didn’t like him. Perhaps the mythical creatures sensed trouble and snarled at him to try to get him to leave the camp. Either way it never worked. As he entered the stables, he was growled and snarled at. One adult male tried to bite him and got promptly smacked on the nose by the butt of his sword. He sheathed the weapon, hanging it loosely from his belt. He didn’t have any particular weapon that he preferred. He had mastered many weapons – why pick just one?

Loki always came to Camp Midgard with a purpose. Usually it was to check up on Rosalia or Robin, his two eldest demigod children. But occasionally, like today, he came to check up on someone else. Evan was his youngest son and unclaimed. He had chosen not to claim him yet because he knew that his children weren’t always treated properly by their fellow campers. He was usually one to claim his children once they showed that they were able to protect themselves. He may have been an asshole, but no one could say that he didn’t care.

“He’s beautiful,” he commented as he came up behind Evan and nodded toward the dragon. He could have disguised himself, but he didn’t. Not everyone knew what he looked like. “You’re dedication to him shows.” He didn’t even try to hide the bit of pride that was in his voice. When his children showed strength in anything, no matter what it was, he was proud. Any strength was better than no strength in his opinion. Even if it was caring for another that his son seemed to be strong in.

He didn’t pay much attention to the dragon, doubting that it liked him. He instead looked down at Evan, noticing the armor he wore. Was he going flying soon? The sky wasn’t his zone, and thus he didn’t like his children being off the ground, but he dealt with it so long as they stayed close to Camp Midgard. If they wandered too far, he knew that there was a chance Zeus or Jupiter would try to strike them down.

It was when he worried over his children that his more motherly rather than fatherly side showed. He had never had any preference when it came to his sexual partners and wasn’t ashamed to shift into a female body – so long as it was human. That was how he ended up being Robin’s mother, rather than father.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name,” he said, his tone suggesting that he had already introduced himself to Evan – which he hadn’t. And he knew who Evan was, but he wanted to see if when the boy introduced himself, he would mention his lack of a known godly parent. Yes, he usually waited to claim his children, but he didn’t like hurting them. His children and wife were the only people he didn’t want to intentionally or even unintentionally hurt.

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POSTED ON Jan 5, 2014 15:12:35 GMT -8

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evan cresswell

Truth be told Evan only wore armor as more of a precautionary detail than actually for flying. In case if one of the dragons got angry for some unknown reason and decided to attack him. He was terrified of heights. Hearing one of the dragons let out a snarl, Evan kept on his toes just to be safe. Hearing somebody speak to him, he turned his attention to the unknown male. He had yet to see him around camp before, maybe he was another demigod or maybe not.

Hearing his compliment, Evan grinned at the older man. "Thanks" he said happily. "I always visit him once a day, even though I'm scared of flying. I wear this just so I don't cut and mangled up." Evan explained, pointing at his armor. He had no idea he was confessing his fears to a man he had just met. By the rules of his mother, he shouldn't even be talking to him. But it just and seemed right.

Looking over at Opal and from the man, seeing that Opal wasn't too happy, he gave him a reassuring look. Placing the brush down, he began to remove some of the armor. It seemed like he would be talking to this man for a while, to which he didn't mind at all.

"My name is Evan. Evan Cresswell." he said quickly when he had obviously forgotten to introduce himself to the stranger. Fixing his hat a bit, his gaze darted all around the room. This man was the person he really spoke to since he arrived at camp. He somewhat to some of the older campers, but they were curious to find out who his godly parent was. "I uh haven't been claimed by my godly parent yet. All I know is that my father hasn't claimed me and I am pretty sure that it isn't Thor." he said.

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