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Half-Blood Hill Mods ([personal profile] halfbloodhillmods) wrote in [community profile] halfbloodhill_logs2014-01-29 07:19 pm

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Who: The entire camp + special guests.
What: Wolves have broken through the camp barriers!
When: Late Wednesday January 29 into early morning on January 30
Where: Various camp locations.
Why: Some canines think they can show Camp Half-Blood who's boss.

It starts with a scream.

The evening harpies, better known as camp's alert system for kids who are out past curfew, have some news for everyone, flying through the camp and shrieking through cabin doors to wake everyone up if they're asleep. (Unless, of course, you're untrained and too young or incapable of fighting tonight. Demeter cabin will be your place of refuge.) After the first call to duty, campers have risen to the occasion with their various plans and promises, patrolling the border and building weapons specifically for their new enemies. The Full Moon passed with only a few howls, much to the surprise of many.

No, these wolves have other plans for the New Moon. Aligned with Gaea and followers of Lycaron, they're a group of six renegades looking for a show and perhaps a tasty snack. One of them just so happens to be in the business of fussing with the Mist, undoing someone's hard work to let in her comrades.

They've got bared teeth, blood on their nails, and a penchant for chaos. Camp, it's time to wake up.
industria: (➸ down)

[personal profile] industria 2014-01-30 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"This - this isn't my family," Allison insists, already losing her steely resolve the more she talks to Elizabeth, letting her normal self take over for a moment. "I have to do this because of the family that I still have. Liz, my mom was killed by wolves. My - my grandfather said she was brutally murdered."

Not really how she wanted to break the news, but it's all coming out now, out of her control.
toeverywhere: (concerned about you)

[personal profile] toeverywhere 2014-01-30 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"And I'm sorry to hear that. I am, Allison, I really, really am. I know what it's like to lose a family member, but- but that doesn't mean this is the way to do it. Allison-" she takes a few steps towards her, no weapons in sight, other than the bow slung across her back.

"Would your mother want your friends to be hurt on her behalf?" She'd had so many people hurt on her behalf, and she hated it. It was difficult to imagine anyone would feel differently.
industria: (➸ stiff)

[personal profile] industria 2014-01-30 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
"If they got in the way ... "

Her mother was brutal, harsh, prone to fits of anger when Allison least expected. When she tried to be nice it unnerving. Yet, Allison loved her as a daughter could love a mother. Saying those words out loud give her pause and she shakes her head.

"I have to get rid of all of them. I'm sorry, Liz," Do not let your heart rule you, do not cry in front of everyone, do not let them know your true emotions. Easily, Allison grabs onto the roof and flips herself over so she can easily land on the ground.
toeverywhere: (nope I don't believe you)

[personal profile] toeverywhere 2014-01-30 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Allison!" She yells after her friend, moving to run after her, but Songbird halts her. He was right- she needed ambrosia. Finally taking a small bite of it, she could feel it healing her. She had to figure out what to do about the other hunters. And Allison.

Without another word, she slipped back into the shadows.