the one who'll still hope || Gianna & Uriel

[Gianna Bree Kilaskwo]

Gianna Bree Kilaskwo had always wanted a horse. After all, wasn't it every little girls' dream to one day own a sleek, majestic steed? But, growing up New York City did the have disadvantage of space, or rather, a lack there of. Her family would have never been able to afford one anyway, but sometimes Bree would see the police horses on the streets or people riding through Central Park, and she would close her eyes and pretend that there was a chestnut stallion underneath her, carrying her away.

The second that Bree had arrived at camp, she had followed the scent of manure and tack to the Pegasus Stable. It was like every dream she had ever dreamt had come true. She spent most of her time here now, just enjoying the horses company. Sometimes she wished she had the skill of the Poseidon kids - they were so lucky to get to talk to these creatures.

So, it was to the barn that she was headed, her guitar across her back and an apple in each hand. Using her shoulder, she slid the stable door open and stepped into the cool building. She was greeted with various whinnies and huffs of air, each nose reaching over the stall door to investigate the newcomer and the apples in her hands. She smiled at each of them and made her way down a long corridor until she stood in front of a brown, white-spotted horse. His wings were tucked neatly underneath him and his ears perked when she approached.

"Hey, Hero!" she said fondly, holding the first apple out in her palm. The horses gobbled it up eagerly, puffing warm air into her hand. Bree pulled up a bale of hay next to the stall door and perched on it, swinging her guitar around and placing the other apple next to her.

"I got a new song," she said, plucking each string to make sure the guitar was tuned. Once she was satisfied, she began strumming a light and happy tune, punctuated with the occasional "ooh". She started to song, working through the lyrics easily, her hand strumming up and down on the strings. When she was done, she looked up at the horse.

"What did you think?" she asked, reaching next to her and grabbing the apple, raising it to her mouth to take a bite. The horse whinnied. She stood and held the remainder of the apple out for Hero to eat, and then sat back down and resumed playing.

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[Uriel Camael Mikhail]

Uriel absolutely hated children.

You see; being one old camper; Uriel sometimes had the responsibility of teaching the newest campers when no counselors were available. And this was one; if not the; most hated responsibility Uriel ever had. He couldn't control himself around young people; maybe he could; he just didn't want to. He didn't know. Nor did he care at the moment. Here the blonde was; lazily sitting on a makeshift chair of mahogany; his six foot she-wolf pet; Blizzard; at his side. His hands ran through her fur as his little “students” Worked on mixing the right element for Greek fire. The volatile substance was a masterpiece; Uriel remembered the times he used them as aid. Dropping bombs and bombs of them at monstrous stinger sites...ah yes. Good times; Uriel thought. He loved those; adventuring; attacking and killing monsters. That was his life.

Uriel lazily got up, holding the wooden walking stick he managed to find on the way here. The Russian demigod paced around the grounds; the only sound made was the occasional thump of the stick on the grassy ground. The children were doing fairly well; some wrong ingredients here and there that might cause them to burn themselves; but that wasn't his fault now was it? Besides; there were too many brats around camp. Let the intelligent ones live and the stupid ones burn themselves with a wrongly made terrorist bomb. His head popped over their heads some while; looking at their bronze pot. If some how one made a decent handful of the substance; he'd let them off. He even let them some samples of the substance before letting them go to their next activity. But those who were smart enough not to get killed mid-process; proved otherwise in the end process.

“Oi! Johnson! Are you trying to kill us all? That isn't Greek Fire you numbskull!” Said Uriel as he whacked a young one over the head with the stick. Making him rub the back of his bruised head. His pot had yellow substance. Probably a miscalculation. As Uriel stalked further; more and more disastrous attempts were made. One even ran off as his pot melted and his shoes caught on fire. Leaving a hefty trail of a preteen running with his feet on fire. The demigod couldn't help but shake his head a their poor attempts. This was as painful for him as it was for therm. Tracing a finger across his walking stick. He simply shrugged and spoke “Fine. You'll all get a C for your disastrous attempts. Now go run off. I don't want any complaints from the counselors.” The kids just nodded and ran off. And Uriel couldn't help but slump back to his seat. And massage his temple. Such disastrous and hectic kids. He was such a horrible teacher as well. He was stubborn; and he didn't have patience. Quite the poor combination. His wolf licked his leg. And Uriel smiled at it. A streak of his blonde hair covering his eyes. “At least you're descent. Blizzard. Fetch!” He threw the wooden stick; as if it was a spear. The white wolf shot towards the stick like a white ghost. Both of them ran through the woods. And Uriel smiled. Just one bit. His pet truly was magnificent.


Four whole minutes. And nothing. Uriel paced around the grassy ground. This time; he already had his bastard sword on his back. Coldclaw; he named it. Because it strikes like the cold (And it was forged in a cold place.) He tapped his foot every once in a while. Scared. His wolf was gone for a long time now; so he didn't really know why.. He didn't need convincing. He immediately ran to the woods. Following what or whoever took his wolf down. He had his sword; so if some monster big enough to hunt his gargantuan wolf attacked it. Then he guessed he would have some trouble with the monster. His sword glimmered as he ran through the sunlight. Up in the distance; near the stables; Uriel heard a distant music. Heightened senses really did have it's pros. As He reached the distance; Uriel couldn't help but perk up at the sound of a voice. Though it ended. He could see the wolf, the stick in it's mouth. Charmed obviously; by the voice. Uriel didn't hear enough, but it was enough to make him conclude that it was a nice voice. His wolf trotted to his side; and he himself walked towards the stable. But; of course; right at the moment he stepped near the stable; the horses whinned and stomped. Of course. These things hate me so much. May it be horse or pegasi, they all had a mutual hatred for him. Mostly because their creators didn't like his mom; which meant he didn't like him. He remembered the legend where Poseidon and Athena challenged each other to be Athens' patron. That's why if camp was ever; per se; attacked. Uriel would much rather ride a chariot made of bronze pulled by his wolf and another one. He could fantasize about leading the first charge of Demigods all day. But he knew that may never come. Not soon; at least. His eyes trailed down; on a pretty girl with the guitar. He tilted his head and a small smile crawled on his face. “Hey.” He approached h r; though cautiously. “Sorry about the disturbance. But my wolf seemed to like your voice? Were you singing?” His wolf hopped and jumped from his head. And it was easy since it was six foot tall. At his shoulder. The wolf landed in front of him, and snipped the girl. Sitting and waiting for her.

[Gianna Bree Kilaskwo]

As she played, Bree couldn't help but think about her family. Music had helped her through everything that her family had done and gone through, and it inevitably reminded her of them. She wondered where Jonathan was, how the twins were doing, if anyone missed or remembered her. A tear rolled down her cheek but she wiped it on her sleeve quickly, shaking her head. No, she reminded herself. They abandoned me, not the other way around.

"Don't worry if I don't call anymore, I promise that I'm fine..."

Bree continued playing, occasionally stopping to rewrite lyrics or chord progressions in her head. Her voice echoed off the framing off the barn, and the whole place seemed to have gone silent. The horses no longer whinnied or shifted in their stalls, and the wind had died down.

"...what kids we were, too scared of growing up on our own."

Suddenly, the horses all seemed to have a collective freak out. They started to stomp, and Bree turned around and watched as a blonde guy and his massive dog walked into the barn. She stopped playing immediately and sucked in a breath, holding it and hoping they wouldn't see her. But, of course, he immediately found her. It's not like she was hiding, anyway.

Once he spoke, her eyebrows rose as she looked at the giant ball of fur in front of her.

"Wolf? Your...wolf...likes my voice?" she asked, watching as it rose on it's hind legs, ending up taller than her. She blinked a few times. "I, uh, didn't realise they had musical opinions," she said. She laughed feebly then shook her head. Don't make jokes. Your jokes suck, she reminded herself.

"Um, yeah, that was, uh, that was me singing. Just something, I, you know, like to do..." she said, looking around before her eyes landed back on him.

"I'm, uh, I'm Bree. Well, Gianna Bree, but Bree all the same. Who are you and who's your, uh," she looked at the wolf again, "friend?"