Tentative Homecoming (TAG; Dru)
Nov 22, 2015 0:50:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 0:50:31 GMT -5
Eight months away. Eight months of being in the darkness and only venturing up to see fresh air. Of training and of death and of communicating only with mortals and letters. To say that he was lonely would be an understatement. He'd missed Camp Halfblood as though he'd left years ago rather than months. More importantly he'd missed the family he had left at the camp.
He didn't spare the camp a second glance as he made his way through the familiar territory, headed for the first stop on his list. His sisters already knew that he was headed home -or at least the two that he bothered to inform, though neither were in his cabin- so he didn't need to be bothered seeing anyone else aside from his cabin. Antosha made an odd sight to the casual passerby. Or at least to the new campers. A seven foot tall male, heavily tattooed, armed with stygian iron sword and shield, and a Hell Hound walking beside him. Surely someone would have walked up to him by now.
Antosha pushed open the door to the cabin that he'd called home for the last ten years, a faint smile on his face at the familiar dark interior. A comfort from the bright sun outside. "I see no one redecorated while I was gone." He spoke up, talking mostly to himself as he moved to the empty bed. At least no one had claimed it while he was gone. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out a tiny black kitten, more a fluff ball than an animal, and set it on his bed while Adonis sniffed his way around the room.
He didn't spare the camp a second glance as he made his way through the familiar territory, headed for the first stop on his list. His sisters already knew that he was headed home -or at least the two that he bothered to inform, though neither were in his cabin- so he didn't need to be bothered seeing anyone else aside from his cabin. Antosha made an odd sight to the casual passerby. Or at least to the new campers. A seven foot tall male, heavily tattooed, armed with stygian iron sword and shield, and a Hell Hound walking beside him. Surely someone would have walked up to him by now.
Antosha pushed open the door to the cabin that he'd called home for the last ten years, a faint smile on his face at the familiar dark interior. A comfort from the bright sun outside. "I see no one redecorated while I was gone." He spoke up, talking mostly to himself as he moved to the empty bed. At least no one had claimed it while he was gone. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out a tiny black kitten, more a fluff ball than an animal, and set it on his bed while Adonis sniffed his way around the room.
