Fire PitpanikondeimaDecember 11 2010, 22:58:09 UTC
The boar is roasting, or if you're into more modern vittles, there's steak, and chicken, and even a few ducks roasting over the flames. Then again, just skip the main course and go for dessert - there are skewers and ingredients for s'mores just waiting.
[God, I apologize in advance.]The fire suddenly roared, leapt high into the boughs of the forest's mighty trees, then expanded into a sheeting wall of flame. From deep within the flame's center came the galloping of heavy thundering hooves, accompanied by the shrill neigh of four massive stallions
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Apollo couldn't help it; he snickered. Oh, but he hadn't been in this good of a mood since...he couldn't even remember. He grinned, squeezing Pan's hands warmly and nodding.
"Thank you kindly, my dear one. I was a bit hard pressed, but I did what I could with what I had, naturally." Glancing around, he cocked an eyebrow. "I see you decided to take me seriously, then. Kudos."
She came from the shadows; one moment, all was darkness, the next, it parted to allow its matron mother entrance into the Arcadian forest. Nyx glanced about, a small smile on her lips, having heard the god's call to his relatives. Such an entrancing lad, Pan.
Blackness swirling at her heels, she moved with effortless grace across the forest floor, finally alighting next to the gleaming wooden counter where the satyr bowed low and inquired her pleasure. After coolly asking for a rich red wine, Nyx leaned back and draped one ivory hand along the edge of the bar, waiting for the others -who they might be- to arrive.
Climbing the trees was nothing to him, and a moment later he was inside and nodding to Demetrius, who had a glass of rich whiskey in front of him without a word. "Nyx," he said with a bright grin. "It's nice to see you in my neck of the woods."
He looked amused at that - his neck of the woods was all the woods, of course.
"Pan," she replied with a nod after her first sip of wine. One sharp eyebrow went up in a bit of cynical amusement. "Forgive me, was I not invited? How terribly rude."
But deep indigo eyes twinkled nevertheless; she'd always been fond of the Arcadian, despite his shenanigans. Indeed, his antics were always amusing, no matter their circumstances.
Freya loved to dance and the music was positively glorious. It was nice to get away from her hall and seeing to her warriors for the night. And the music positively sang to her nature. Lust radiated from her body as she swayed to the beats.
As though he could resist the lure for long. Almost immediately after coming to a light landing at the outskirts of the clearing, his wings were tucked away and Eros was moving toward the music, letting it slide over him as he stepped onto the dance floor.
And who was that across from him? His faint smile turned wicked as he moved closer and bowed low. "Good evening, Lady Freya," he said, glancing up at her with a knowing smile.
Freya turned at the presence and gave him that smile right back. She was still swaying to the music as she walked closer and curtsied slightly. She held out a hand to him, her eyes trailing him slowly, "Evening, Eros."
Horus hung back, away from the main crowd. He'd never been one much for socializing. He preferred to observe instead of be an active participant. There was also the fact that, god or not, he was still completely rubbish when it came to social interactions.
He had cracked open a beer and was seated stiffly on one of the cushions. The sky god didn't look entirely approachable, but neither did he look completely standoffish.
Pan wandered along the branches in bare feet, a fresh glass of whiskey balanced perfectly in his hand, and he paused as he reached the Egyptian god. There's were not pantheons that mixed often, he thought, and grinned as he dropped onto Horus' branch.
There was a quick nod of the head as Horus acknowledged the presence of the god who had landed on his branch. He wasn't one to bandy idle words just to fill up space. His hand gripped the beer just a touch more, as if it didn't know what else to do with itself.
The words were a touch clipped as he spoke. "Pan. It has been quite some time."
It would be a gross understatement of fact to say that Daphne feels a bit out of place amongst the throngs of revelers and party-goers. In the back of her mind she has a vague memory of what it was like to enjoy such things, to delight in the simplest pleasures of laughter and merriment, and to dance in the shallow waters of her father's river without much care for greater things. But those times are long gone and she has spent the millenia caged within the confines of her own leaden heart.
Still there is some comfort to be found in Arcadia's beauty. The cities of men, she had learned, sprawled far and wide across the earth; to escape to a place of natural beauty did some to quell the uneasiness she felt by being isolated from so many surrounding people.
Quietly, she finds herself a bench and watches the others with detached curiosity. Her hands absently touch the bark of the fallen tree beneath her; its familiarity is a small comfort.
She had arrived quietly, skirting the more enthusiastic partygoers and seating herself without fanfare, and Eros had watched her and considered. Daphne may not welcome him - certainly she has more reason than most to shun him - but he slips through the other guests and approaches with a faint smile, offering her a half-bow from the waist.
"Hello, Lady. Will you do me the honor of your company?"
However she may feel about those who contributed to her long-suffered self-imprisonment, Daphne knows she is simply an immortal who walks among gods. She bows her head in kind as greeting, hands now folded neatly (and perhaps a bit coldly) in her lap.
"I am no lady, Lord Eros," she retorts. A technicality, perhaps, but to Daphne an important one. "But I will not send you away."
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"Cousin," he said as he stepped off a branch and into the fire pit. "Smashing to see you again. And the entrance. I give it an 9."
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"Thank you kindly, my dear one. I was a bit hard pressed, but I did what I could with what I had, naturally." Glancing around, he cocked an eyebrow. "I see you decided to take me seriously, then. Kudos."
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Blackness swirling at her heels, she moved with effortless grace across the forest floor, finally alighting next to the gleaming wooden counter where the satyr bowed low and inquired her pleasure. After coolly asking for a rich red wine, Nyx leaned back and draped one ivory hand along the edge of the bar, waiting for the others -who they might be- to arrive.
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He looked amused at that - his neck of the woods was all the woods, of course.
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But deep indigo eyes twinkled nevertheless; she'd always been fond of the Arcadian, despite his shenanigans. Indeed, his antics were always amusing, no matter their circumstances.
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And who was that across from him? His faint smile turned wicked as he moved closer and bowed low. "Good evening, Lady Freya," he said, glancing up at her with a knowing smile.
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He had cracked open a beer and was seated stiffly on one of the cushions. The sky god didn't look entirely approachable, but neither did he look completely standoffish.
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"Hello, Horus," he said.
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The words were a touch clipped as he spoke. "Pan. It has been quite some time."
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Still there is some comfort to be found in Arcadia's beauty. The cities of men, she had learned, sprawled far and wide across the earth; to escape to a place of natural beauty did some to quell the uneasiness she felt by being isolated from so many surrounding people.
Quietly, she finds herself a bench and watches the others with detached curiosity. Her hands absently touch the bark of the fallen tree beneath her; its familiarity is a small comfort.
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"Hello, Lady. Will you do me the honor of your company?"
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"I am no lady, Lord Eros," she retorts. A technicality, perhaps, but to Daphne an important one. "But I will not send you away."
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