Hephaestus - Thomas Smith (forgedgod) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-04-08 18:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | hephaestus, oliver hunt |
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Hephaestus didn't bother to wash after he was done with his work. If there was one of his siblings who would not mind his dirty appearance, it would be Artemis. His grime had more to do with smoke when hers had to do with nature, but they understood each other on that level. He simply took off his apron and threw a jacket over his tank top, grabbed his cane and the prototype arrow he had just made for her, and stepped from his forge in Olympus to the forest where he had last known her to be staying.
He touched the trunk of a tree upon his arrival, hoping that her camp was not far off. The uneven ground of the forest was never kind to his bad leg. He knew cities far better than he knew forests, and picked a random direction to walk in, holding the arrow in one hand and his cane in the other, careful not to trip on roots or rocks as he went.