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lilybetblackwell:

Lilybet bet lay on her back, studying the stars from the center of the combat arena. There was too much going on for her liking. People were rushing around, activities were going on everywhere. She had a little bit too much of people for one night, so she had come to the one place that made her the most calm, the combat arena. Her embellished  axe lay near her, she had planned to practice with it, but was preoccupied with the night sky and the quiet. That quiet was interrupted by the sound of footsteps nearing her. Lily immediately sat up, seeing perfectly through the dark. “I didn’t know anyone would be out here.” She called.

The last time Dory wore a Halloween costume she’d been 14, and that was 75 years ago. So needless to say she could only tolerate so much of the evening dressed as a cat, complete with a fluffy tail that would have pissed her off if Olivia hadn’t looked so excited to give it to her. After making an appearance with the Alice to her Cheshire Cat, Dory finally managed to slip away from the rest of the campers, headed to the place she figured would be deserted -- and where she could get some training in. Dory wasn’t going to let herself go soft while she was stuck here, waiting to rejoin the Hunters. What she wasn’t expecting was to see someone else already in the arena. Dory saw her perfecty through the darkness, initial irritation slightly mitigated by the fact that at least it wasn’t another boy she’d run into. “Neither did I,” she called back, making her way toward the middle of the arena. “Sort of an odd place to take a nap, isn’t it?”

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Task 010 - Dory Carter as The Cheshire Cat for Half-Blood Halloween

Ears and tail compliments of @oliviablom

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robiin-jackson:

The thing about returning to camp half-blood after a few weeks spent with her father was that Robin was right back where she belonged and where she can have a good amount of fun without the issue of much punishment. Perhaps that’s why she chose to go running right back into the place with all her bags in hand with no care for the weight shift at least until she almost ran into someone- Thankfully she turned just in time to stop and be the only one who ended up falling into the grass. “Heh, sorry! I got pretty excited to be back home, you okay? Hope I didn’t scare you.” She spoke with a bright smile from where she sat. 

Dory’s first thought when she saw the girl running into camp with all her belongings in tow was that something had chased her here. Instantly her guard went up, silver bow materializing in her hands the moment she thought she might need it. Sharp eyes scanned their surroundings, seeking out a threat and not noticing the way the girl shifted her weight until it was too late, and she was tumbling to the ground along with her bags. And she was...smiling? Oh. Adrenaline still pumping through her veins, Dory’s gaze flitted across their surroundings once more before she looked back down at the girl, bemused if not slightly irritated. “Most people only come running into camp when they’re being chased,” she answered dryly, but she allowed her bow to dematerialize and then extended a hand to help the other off the ground. “Are you all right?”

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greek god aesthetics (2/15): artemis

goddess of the moon and the hunt, protector of young girls

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cleverjames:

Kai arched an eyebrow. Hunters always intrigued him but he tended to give them their space. Despite that, he was curious when he saw one he didn’t recognize. “No. Who the hell are you? Another hunter? Going by that… silvery glow thing you got going on there.”

Dory’s first instinct was to be annoyed that it was a man looking at her (and she was), but what he said gave her pause. She lifted an eyebrow of her own, a smirk pulling at the corners of her lips. “Another hunter? How many of us do you know?”

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oliviablom:

“Oh come on Dory! You’ve got to dress up for Halloween!” Olivia pleaded, as she grabbed ahold of the older girl’s arm. “It’s like- a rule around here!” she continued, not really stopping to think that everything she was saying wasn’t entirely true. She was just preoccupied by trying to get the huntress to wear a costume. “I’ll even help you with your costume if you’d like!” she added, a smile spreading across her face.  @hunterdory

Dory shot the other girl a look of pure skepticism. There was no way dressing up was a rule, but she was also quickly getting used to Olivia’s enthusiasm. It was frustratingly endearing, though she wasn’t going to convince Dory to participate in camp festivities that easily. “I don’t do costumes,” she informed Olivia, not for the first time. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t know what to go as. I haven’t seen a movie in, like....fifteen years.”

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damienofthenight:

“Thanks Lincoln,” he smiled at the fox as he took the pen. “Alright..so you’re a hunter then.” He said rather than asked, writing it down on his clipboard. “I’m Damien..head of the Erebus cabin and the only one left here.”

“Yep.” She confirmed with a nod, watching with interest as he scribbled on his clipboard. Far more noteworthy was the introduction that followed. “Dory,” she offered her name with a slight smirk, amused that they both had ‘D’ names. Like real siblings. Speaking of -- “What do you mean by the only one left?”

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nathanielstewart:

Nathaniel rolled his eyes as he listened to what the girl had to say, which showed how seriously he took her. He did scan his eyes over her- she might be a huntress but that didn’t intimidate him- if anything it excited him. “I’d love to see you try,” he responded, a cocky grin spreading across his face. Part of him realized he should be cautious, but part of him also didn’t care. 

Oh, he did not just roll his eyes at her. Her eyes flashed dangerously, but one of the many lessons she’d learned in almost a century with Artemis was how to keep her temper in check. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to wipe that cocky grin of his face. She just wasn’t going to launch herself at him right there. Probably. She was going to offer him an out, at least. Dory smiled sweetly at him. “Perfect. So do you want me to beat you up right here, or do you want me to beat you up in the combat arena tomorrow? Shadow travel is so hard, after all, and I want to beat you in a fair fight.”

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maggie-amnell:

Maggie matched her smirk and took a step closer. “I hope they learn their lesson and don’t try to revolt. Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be for people to go to your funeral and find out your cause of death is mauled by a pile of shirts?” She laughed weakly at her bad joke and took another look at this woman. Was she… glowing? “To be fair, the shirt also had it coming. Orange does not go well with the silver glow stick vibe you’ve got.”

Dory snorted. “Aw, c’mon! You think I couldn’t take a pile of shirts? Evil t-shirts are, like, the first thing we Hunters are trained to kill,” she quipped back, glad for the distraction this girl’s arrival provided her. Except...did this girl just call her a glow stick? Dory glanced down and examined her hand. The faint silver aura was something she’d received comments on before, but glow stick was a new one. And apt, she decided, flashing another smirk in the other girl’s direction. “It doesn’t, does it? To be fair, I’m not sure this shade of orange goes with much of anything.” Less a comment on fashion -- never something Dory cared about -- and more an opportunity to poke fun at anything about camp she could.

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deadinside-leo:

“Aw, thank you.” Leo placed a hand on his chest like it was heartwarming still. “On a side note, I`m not sure who you are? Are you…” He looked at her clothes; he often tried not to judge at people`s appearance but he couldn`t pinpoint the woman`s godly parent from her words besides that she was a feminist. “A huntress?” he guessed.

She folded her arms across her chest and watched in mild amusement as he tried to place her, a flicker of annoyance ghosting over her features when he did. “Hunter,” she corrected him. Screw that unnecessary girly suffix. “What gave it away, the feminism or the silver?” She lifted an arm with a smirk, indicating her silver jacket and the faint silver aura that clung to her ever since she pledged herself to the Hunt.

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agodlystorm:

“I have many things to do,” Misha said with a shrug “Training. Chores around the cabin…I mean I shudder to think what the state of the cabin is like. My siblings, love them as I do, don’t clean the cabin up to my standards. There could be dust and allergens in the air…I always dust and vacuum at least twice a day. I mean, I am a member of the Zeus cabin…I can’t allow it to look shabby”

Dory shot him a look of skepticism, half-expecting him to crack a grin or something. But it didn’t come. He was serious. She lifted an eyebrow; she’d always known men to be pigs, in every interpretation of the word. “Right, Gods forbid the Almighty Zeus have a shabby-looking cabin,” she drawled, eyes flickering up the sky. A few seconds passed, and she decided she wasn’t at risk of being struck by lightening. Good. She glanced at the guy again. “Do you really care that much, or are you just some kinda neat freak?”

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rubydixon:

Ruby grinned subtly at the girls reaction, and the pile of orange fabric on the cabin’s porch. She recognized something from her own first months. The anger of having to be somewhere where you really don’t want to be. 

“Well I’m always looking for some fresh eyes basically, to help me with training. Hunters are probably as good as it gets when it comes to fighting.” Ruby replied to the girl’s question. “Only if you want to, of course. I mean, there are only so many campers to practise with, and I think variety would good to improve my skills.” she rambled a bit, feeling kind of akward. Actually, now that Ruby was standing here, it seemed rather embarrasing. Hunters probably had better things to do then train common campers. Either way, she tried to keep up her front of confidence as best as she could.

Dory’s eyes sparked with interest. Now this was the kind of help she liked to give; she’d mentored a handful of newer Hunters during her time serving Artemis. The fact that the girl seemed to recognize the inherent skill of the Hunters didn’t hurt, either. Dory sat up and offered the other girl a smile. “I like your attitude,” she told her, nodding her approval. “We learn something new from each opponent we face, in triumph and in defeat.” Though some defeats hurt too much to seek the knowledge from. Dory pushed that thought aside. “I’d love to help with your training. Are there any specific skills you’re hoping to improve?”

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magical-dork:

“Then why not leave? No one will stop you.” Mason asks her. “I sometimes wish I can leave, but I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

Her eyes flashed dangerously; that was where he was wrong, wasn’t it? “There’s always somewhere to go,” she told him. “But I have orders from the Goddess to stay here. So I will stay here.” And hate every second of it.

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@teren-benoit:

And Teren would never touch her. The woman was a walking silver and it took every nerve for Teren to even move just a bit closer to her. “Here,” he said as he held out a cloth to her.

He looked nervous: good. Dory eyed the cloth he held out, not thrilled at the thought of accepting any sort of help from a man. But she was bleeding, so she reluctantly reached out and snatched the cloth from him with a begrudging, “Thanks.” She pressed it to her wounded finger, and then eyed the guy warily. “You a medic or somethin’?”

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damienofthenight:

Damien’s eyes lit up slightly at a thought of a new sibling. “Will you be staying?” He asked, tone still controlled. He picked up the clipboard what was on the table and got Lincoln, the fox, to bring him a pen. 

She noticed the slight change in his eyes when she introduced herself, and it tugged at her heartstrings a touch. As did his apparent relationship with another animal; that was something else they had in common, it seemed, though Dory always attributed her own closeness with wild animals to Artemis. Had she been wrong? “At camp? For a while. But we won’t be bunkmates -- I stay in Cabin 8.”

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demi-desta:

“Nice to meet you Dory.” It wasn’t the first time he’d met someone who didn’t want to shake hands. Dory reminded him a bit of one of his foster sisters, back when they first met. The short answers were off putting, and the glare was enough to make anxiety bubble up in his chest. But, since he hadn’t been told to fuck off, he pushed on. “I don’t think orange fabric makes very good fertilizer.” He looked down at the scraps of orange shirt in the grass around the steps. “Unless the traffic cone looking things they like to call camp shirts also have secret grass growing powers. I’d believe nearly anything about this place at this point.” Jumping from one clothing topic to another, he began talking again. “I like your jacket, its not like. Aluminum foil silver. It’s pretty silver. What’s it made out of?”

Aaaand.....he still wasn’t leaving. Was this kid stupid, or was he intentionally trying to irritate her? She followed his gaze, looking down at the strip of t-shirt she’d just tossed on the ground with feigned interest. “Don’t you?” When he spoke again she looked back at him with an arched eyebrow. So he was new, then. At least that explained why he didn’t know better than to talk to her. And keep talking. She eyed him for a moment, trying to decide how offended she wanted to be over the comparison to aluminum foil, but irritating and presumptuous as the guy was -- as if she wanted his company -- the comment seemed harmless. “It’s a gift. From the Goddess Artemis. I’m a hunter.”

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deadinside-leo:

“I know, right?” Leo grinned and splayed his arms on his sides. “Women are the real boss.”

Dory folded her arms over her chest and tilted her head at the guy, giving him a look of appraisal. “You know...you just may be the smartest man I’ve ever met. But it’s a low bar, don’t get too excited.”