Wandering an Island//shadow-peter
The brunette had been walking about some island cautiously. It reminded her of why she didn't go on boats or in airplanes. Those turfs were practically ruled by Zeus and Poseidon. Not to mention she got sea sickness and Zeus wasn't a fan of the reckless daughter of Hades.
Isabelle came to a stop when she heard the rustle of the brush. Her instinct was to go for her weapon. She rested her hand on the hilt of the weapon. "Playing games are we?" She mused, eyes scanning the area.










