mythopoeics

( cats and rabbits would reside in fancy little houses )

I believe the mother of a young woman named Katie will not be participating in the hunt any longer. But she did what any mother-figure would do. That is to be appreciated, I imagine.

And have we really come to feeding one another to the plants? Really?

( There is a castle on a cloud. )

[filter; orkneys & mother]
It goes without saying that you all better come out of this in one piece. Or I'm gonna slit someone's throat.

[filter; cu sith]
I'm making a fucking leash for you out of vines.

[filter; public]
Anyone else feel like they're walking but getting fucking nowhere?

[filter; sigyn & zeus]
I am sorry to hear about Lena. Katherine, I apologize for becoming separated.

[filter; tristan]
I count five of them. They appear to have no names, however.

[filter; public]
We are not dogs to be hunted.

[It was quick, how it happened. Hypnos hadn't been paying much attention to his surroundings, not much since speaking with Pasithea. He didn't quite feeling lonely, out here in the middle of the woods, but he did wish he had his wife with him. Thanatos to drape himself over, even Morpheus to speak with.

The god of sleep had arranged a comfortable bed of moss, and so he'd taken to napping most of his days away. What harm could be done from sleeping it off? Well, he didn't know it until too late, when a vine curled tight around his neck, dragging him from his place.

Goodnight, sweet prince.]

[This would be likely the first of many more separations between her and her children but that didn't mean Angrboda was coping with it peacefully. She'd been a furious mess, having been taken while in a thin nightgown but, to her credit, she hadn't screeched and screamed about it. Instead, she had found a place to hole up, went out for food and water when needed. She missed her children painfully, craved them to be near.

And then came the Valkyrie (yet in such an unfamiliar shape and unknown to Angrboda now). It's been while she had been feeling a great need to stretch her legs that she felt a something fly past her legs and hit the ground with a heavy thud. After throwing herself down, she saw they had been bolas, meant to entangle her legs and make her helpless. Gods knew she was sick of the feeling, sick of everything. A low growl was came from the back of her throat as one pale arm reached out for them. Once grasping the hurled weapon, she waited, listening for someone to make a sound. Upon hearing it, she stood and swung about the weapon, releasing it with a sharp cry. Before knowing if she was successful, Angrboda made for the trees, knowing that she wasn't a giantess anymore and could not possibly present herself as a proper challenge.

All the right things had gone, all the wrong things were the same. By the time she got back to her hiding place, her body felt as if it would never forgive her. Her belly growled out and she snaked a hand over it but she was too tired to do slice some oranges. Later.]

It's tempting to find a way to burn this entire maze to the ground.

[Nimue prided herself on being able to survive without assistance, however as she saw reports of others being attacked and some even being taken she was growing concerned. For all her searching she had yet to stumble upon anyone else, and while she had a knife she was aware that her ability to use it was limited. It wasn't a dagger, that was for certain, and as such it was almost pointless.

Still, she had managed to last this long without running into trouble, and was feeling more than a little cocky. Which was why, when she turned the corner and saw the almost ethereal looking woman seemingly waiting for her, she didn't hesitate. Turning back towards the way she came, she began to run even though she could practically feel her pursuer gaining on her. When she felt the cold arm coil around her shoulders and begin to drag her back she flailed and struggled, but it was all to no avail.

Another one bites the dust.]

[Leukothoe had slipped his grasp but he'd caught another woman.]

The Persian may have eluded me but an Arthurian woman did not. Nimue is no longer among you. I believe that the God of Sleep (and brother of Death) was also taken but not by one of us. Rather it was due to him being...himself.

That said, Athena is correct, I believe. You are not dogs to be hunted. You're all much bigger prizes than that. Valuable yet ours to do with as we please. Some of you are gifted and some are not but even with your abilities combined you cannot rival Khaos.

Accept your fate.