#multiiplehearts

And looking at Cerberus she did. Lily was impressed. She had heard stories of the Greek God but even at her ripe age of 428-ish, she has never had to pleasure to meet any of them. She assumed they went into hiding or vanished to another world where they would still be worshiped as heavily as they were all those years ago.

Lily removed the cigarette holder from her mouth and let it hang freely between her fingers. Her arms were crossed but she was clearly interested. Abnormal was normal to her.

“I see. He’s an impressive beast, but you’re both quiet far from your home.” This clearly wasn’t Greece. It was actually a small countryside town in Oxford, England.

“What you consider your entire world is our home.” His voice was raspy from misuse. He had been so long without his wife, Persephone, that he must have looked close to death. Which wasn’t accurate at all, considering who he was. “Or second home, to some.”

Cerberus lowered itself to the ground, all three heads looking sullen. This was the first time all of them had visited the surface in over two centuries, and they’d done so in the hopes of seeing his wife. But what energy they’d latched on to had been hers, a virtual stranger. She was either old enough to emit energy that could mimic an Olympian’s, or she was a demigoddess. He couldn’t see the thin golden aura that a full-fledged god or a demigod had around their form, so he guessed that it was the former. 

THE PAIN TAKES OVER HIS BODY ONCE MORE . it’s a low ache , one that creeps through his knees , up to where his wings hide . it would be like that for another day , but as malakai pulled his shirt back over his head , he realizes he’s lucky that he’s transformed back so early , despite the constant pain . because a girl has ventured deeply into his territory . the man pauses , watching her stroll along , until she finds a place to set up her tent . malakai squints . this was his home ; he hadn’t wanted a visitor . ‘ it’s dangerous around here , ’ he speaks up , throwing his pack over his shoulder , and giving a stiff . ‘ you should probably find another place to camp , ’

BEASTS. Kieran didn’t exactly want to tell this man that he’d been referring to being afraid of people, not animals. He chuckled nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“And do you think I honestly care?”

Emil’s neck made a snapping noise as he leaned his head to the side. To Emil, he could go anywhere and no secret military officer was going to stop him. No one was. They’ve tried but no one has exactly lived to share the experience.

“Now, be a smart old man, and move.”

“Someone didn’t have their morning cup of coffee.” Silas shifted his weight from one foot to the other and continued to regard the feral looking man. There was little out here to worry about when it came to trespassers, just the occasional odd crater that hinted at some kind of field testing. Even then, they were aged. 

Cat R. Waul smiled, yet it was a smile that would not reach the vibrant blue of his eyes. He held little amusement for the German dentist. He’d made absolutely certain that he was not known as the leader of the nefarious Cactus Cat Gang and he’d made damned sure that none of his men ever stood wanted. Money had never been an object -- it so often bought silence.

Are you named after anyone?

 Kinda? My mother heard the name from one of her friends, and she added her own twist to the spelling. White moms, for ya. My middle name comes from my father’s middle name.

When was the last time you cried?

Today. Don’t @ me.

Do you have kids?

NOOOOO. Unless oc’s count as kids. Then I have a lot of kids.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Constantly.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their smile. Cheesy, yeah, but I like to see people happy.

What’s your eye color?

Dark brown.

Scary movie or happy ending?

I’M BABY. I NEED A HAPPY ENDING OR I SUFFER.

Any special talents?

Uh, drawing. I’m also good with computers. I make my own icons!

Where were you born?

Huntsville.

What are your hobbies?

Drawing, writing, video games, playing my computer... Sleeping.

Do you have any pets?

Yeah, got a couple. Lots of cats. One dog. Nothing that’s my own though, they’re family pets.

What sports do you play/have played?

I played Softball once, when I was younger. Tried out Basketball a little after. Since then, Nothing. I’m not very good with exercise. Don’t like sweating.

How tall are you?

5′4.

Dream job?

Storyboarding and writing cartoons, along with voice acting.

Favorite subject at school?

Home Economics

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random asks -- always accepting

    Hearing his name called in a somewhat crowded train station didn't put the GREATEST of feelings in him, Arthur tensing somewhat as he turned toward the voice. However, it didn't take long before familiarity registered in his expression, letting out a slight huff as he approached.

{♚}—; Once he approached the girl he took note of the fact she wasn’t at all afraid or showed any amount of surprise, normally he’d assume that she was likely a local to the realms. But looking at her, it seemed like that wasn’t the case here especially since humans were more of a rarity around here.

So Nils reached up and stroked his thin mustache a moment in thought, but held onto his sculpture tightly so he wouldn’t drop it. “Hello young one. If you don’t mind me asking I can’t recall ever seeing you here, are you lost?”