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Log; ongoing
When; September 16, night
Rating; PG-13, I suppose
Characters; Leonidas![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spartan_blood & Vivian f_lilredridinhd
Summary; Feeling restless, Leonidas leaves the apartment to hunt, only to stumble upon a new arrival.
Log;
How long had he remained in the City? How long was he to stay in this poor excuse of an Underworld, completely devoid of any resemblance of what the Ephors said it was like? Where was the River Styx? Where was Charon, the ferryman? Where was Cerberus? There were no Elysian fields, Tartarus did not exist, and Hades refused to show his face. It was a mockery and an insult that he should be here and not with his brothers-in-arms.
But what could he do? He could do nothing, unless he wished to anger the Deities of this place, who were so manipulative that they even gave the old gods a run for their money. He could only grow more restless as the days went on, and it was only a matter of time before he left the apartment once again to seek solitude and comfort from the wilderness.
Leonidas was homesick. The absence of Greece and his beloved Sparta was becoming painful. He longed to see the fields of grain, to hear the cries of the young Spartan warriors practicing, preparing themselves for their life's work, to hear the laughter of children, and to see his Gorgo, his beloved wife, showing the women why Spartan women were stronger and better than any others. To relieve himself of this pain, he decided to hunt. He missed the food of his homeland, and there was nothing more exhilirating than the sound of spear tearing flesh.
A buck was feeding nearby. His antlers gleamed in the moonlight, and there was almost a sacred air about him. It would do for this night. The Spartan gripped his spear tighter, tensing his muscles. His aim would have to be precise. His form would have to perfect. One false move would send the beast running.
As he leaned back, ready to release the spear from his hand, a deafening "crack!" echoed throughout the forest, causing Leonidas' quarry to bolt. Cursing, the man moved through the trees, knowing that pursuit would be nearly impossible in the sheer denseness of the wilderness. It was only then that the scent of burning wood drifted through the air to him, and faintly, on the edge of his vision, he could see a light flickering amongst the trees. Someone was out here....but who?
Gripping his spear and holding his shield in front of him cautiously, the Spartan moved through the trees towards the makeshift camp.
Rating; PG-13, I suppose
Characters; Leonidas
spartan_blood & Vivian f_lilredridinhdSummary; Feeling restless, Leonidas leaves the apartment to hunt, only to stumble upon a new arrival.
Log;
How long had he remained in the City? How long was he to stay in this poor excuse of an Underworld, completely devoid of any resemblance of what the Ephors said it was like? Where was the River Styx? Where was Charon, the ferryman? Where was Cerberus? There were no Elysian fields, Tartarus did not exist, and Hades refused to show his face. It was a mockery and an insult that he should be here and not with his brothers-in-arms.
But what could he do? He could do nothing, unless he wished to anger the Deities of this place, who were so manipulative that they even gave the old gods a run for their money. He could only grow more restless as the days went on, and it was only a matter of time before he left the apartment once again to seek solitude and comfort from the wilderness.
Leonidas was homesick. The absence of Greece and his beloved Sparta was becoming painful. He longed to see the fields of grain, to hear the cries of the young Spartan warriors practicing, preparing themselves for their life's work, to hear the laughter of children, and to see his Gorgo, his beloved wife, showing the women why Spartan women were stronger and better than any others. To relieve himself of this pain, he decided to hunt. He missed the food of his homeland, and there was nothing more exhilirating than the sound of spear tearing flesh.
A buck was feeding nearby. His antlers gleamed in the moonlight, and there was almost a sacred air about him. It would do for this night. The Spartan gripped his spear tighter, tensing his muscles. His aim would have to be precise. His form would have to perfect. One false move would send the beast running.
As he leaned back, ready to release the spear from his hand, a deafening "crack!" echoed throughout the forest, causing Leonidas' quarry to bolt. Cursing, the man moved through the trees, knowing that pursuit would be nearly impossible in the sheer denseness of the wilderness. It was only then that the scent of burning wood drifted through the air to him, and faintly, on the edge of his vision, he could see a light flickering amongst the trees. Someone was out here....but who?
Gripping his spear and holding his shield in front of him cautiously, the Spartan moved through the trees towards the makeshift camp.