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Livin la vida loca - Poseidon - 4/17/2026
Backdated to the 15th, immediately post-wraith battle!
They had succeeded.
At a cost. At least, his cost. The tree and its plant and inhabitants protected, a job well done if he did say so himself! He'd slain many a wraith, and though he didn't appreciate having been tackled so furiously off one of the massive trees roots that something in his leg had given a sharp pop. Not a bone -- a muscle, he suspected, or something of the like. It hurt and burned like the fires of Tartarus, right up into his shoulder.
And when it was all over?
Poseidon didn't recognize where he was.
Thick, foggy woods.
A flame. Green as green could be, like a shimmering emerald; no source, no fuel, just... a random eternal fire?
Cool.
Poseidon sat up with a growl echoing in his throat, and looked about groggily. At least there weren't any wraiths, sure, but there was no Ampoule to help him either. Not even Cetus; though, considering he didn't know where the closest body of water was, that was for the best. When he tried to pull himself to his feet, he gave a sharp, involuntary yelp as pain shot up his leg. The brute flopped back to the muddy earth with a snarl, crading the offending forelimb to his chest as tears sprang to his eyes.
Mortal bodies were fucking fragile. What the fuck? Was he made of eggshells?
Frustrated, he growled again, struggling on three paws to stand but managing, eventually.
Panting, squinting against the pain throbbing up his limb even as he kept it dangling off the ground, Poseidon took a better look at the flame, limping closer.
Before he got there, a tear slid down his nose.
Was it glowing? Blue?
What the fuck AGAIN?
RE: Livin la vida loca - TsÃdii - 4/17/2026
Nate hadn't come.
Weren't that all of them had showed themselves, either, but- some of Walosi's people. came and went, and Cecil knew that. Couldn't expect them all to be in calling range. But what they were damned sure of was that Nate has been, and in remembering that they remembered the portals, too.
The tree, rent by the claws of angry ghosts. And the wolf, chained. Cecil knew he hadn't come to sing, 'cause they would've picked his voice from the others for a certainty. Which meant-
Could mean he could be anywhere. Cecil didn't like to think on the other thing it might mean, even though it were staring them in the face.
Might've been smart to wait a place they knew he'd come back to but they weren't the type for it. And truthfully, didn't know he'd come back at all. Nate'd always been trying to run. Cecil wanted to believe that he wouldn't do this on purpose.
Wanted to. But there was that little kernel of disbelief.
The tree, across the great lake, was still. Cecil followed the shore, hoping for a crossing, 'cause growing close enough to put more than their feet in closed their throat up in remembered panic. But didn't find much, only familiar trees and none of the scent they were looking for.
A bend in the trees revealed a blue-black figure illuminated by green flame, and for a moment Cecil's steps stuttered, heart caught in their throat, before they blinked and realized it weren't who they were looking for. But whoever it was stood on three legs only, the fourth dangling useless at their side, and Cecil... wondered.
"Hey," they called. "You all right?"
Weren't that all of them had showed themselves, either, but- some of Walosi's people. came and went, and Cecil knew that. Couldn't expect them all to be in calling range. But what they were damned sure of was that Nate has been, and in remembering that they remembered the portals, too.
The tree, rent by the claws of angry ghosts. And the wolf, chained. Cecil knew he hadn't come to sing, 'cause they would've picked his voice from the others for a certainty. Which meant-
Could mean he could be anywhere. Cecil didn't like to think on the other thing it might mean, even though it were staring them in the face.
Might've been smart to wait a place they knew he'd come back to but they weren't the type for it. And truthfully, didn't know he'd come back at all. Nate'd always been trying to run. Cecil wanted to believe that he wouldn't do this on purpose.
Wanted to. But there was that little kernel of disbelief.
The tree, across the great lake, was still. Cecil followed the shore, hoping for a crossing, 'cause growing close enough to put more than their feet in closed their throat up in remembered panic. But didn't find much, only familiar trees and none of the scent they were looking for.
A bend in the trees revealed a blue-black figure illuminated by green flame, and for a moment Cecil's steps stuttered, heart caught in their throat, before they blinked and realized it weren't who they were looking for. But whoever it was stood on three legs only, the fourth dangling useless at their side, and Cecil... wondered.
"Hey," they called. "You all right?"