#yves 04

“fuck!” kian can hear the sound of a bell ringing through the camp and can hear frantic screams coming from some of the faeries as they run toward the courtyard and away from the forest. he didn’t think anything like this would happen during a time of celebration but what does he know? scowling, eyes sifting from silver to obsidian, he pulls and laces leather armor over his see-through shirt. “yves!” he sees the son of aphrodite. “care to team up with me?” he asks. his hands are clenched into fists and dark tendrils of energy crackle around his closed hands, waiting to lash out at whatever is attacking his new home.