Cold Blades of Truth (A Percy Jackson RP)

Priscilla jumped a little. "Um, sorry. We Zeus kids don't really like tunnels...heh heh."

Shuda rolled his eyes, and stepped past her to keep walking.

Katniss followed the hoofprints, which she quickly figured out were minotaur prints. Of course, a fucking minotaur. She didn't notice Haru.

Haru walked alongside them, silent.

(( can we just find the fucking minotaur already. they've been walking for like a month ))

(Yeah, Tor. BRING FORTH THE MINOTAUR!!!)

(( Any time this year would be good....))

(DN, maybe you should help her out)

(( She just lazy. >.> Pff whatevs. I'll RP Minotaur if Tor dont mind? ))

(I couldn't delete this post so I just....edited it out)

(( This RP is dead...but if Tor revives it somehow without help, then we not catching up. We should let Haru and them get their asses kicked then Shuda and Priscilla swoop in for the rescue ))

(kk, I'll delete my last post then.....TORCHIC, STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR CRAZY FRIENDS AND GET ON AND STOP BEING A LAZY LITTLE BASTARD XD)

(Sorry, really bad WB >.> And technical fucking difficulties.)

The minotaur roared in the distance, still holding Sheba. He was seriously pissed, blood staining his hand. Far off, he could make out shapes moving. People.

((Doesn't he mainly go by smell, though?))

Luna pointed with her sword unnecessarily. "Found it."

What was clenched in its massive grip didn't look like the Sheba that they knew, but her violet hair, tanned skin, and tattered, but familiar clothes distinguished who she was. However, her pale grey eyes were shut and her breathing was slowed as she was in an odd state of a coma. During her 'rest,' she had grown an inch taller, her hair was long and flowing, nearly reaching below her feet, and she looked starved. It was obvious that while she was in her state, her odd god-like body sent itself into a rushed growth, struggling to keep itself from dying while she was unconscious. Grime caked her forehead and dried blood encrusted her lower jaw and scratched up arms. As she hung limp in the Minotaur's hard fist, Jaxal gagged at the sight of her, his stomach feeling weak for some reason.

(With my magic mod powers, I make Jaxal appear.)

Katniss didn't care what anybody else did, she just followed the minotaurs tracks. When she saw it, she almost vomited.

"Holy crap." Haru muttered, staring, he cringed away from the sight of Sheba and focused on the Minotaur.

Priscilla followed Shuda quietly. The once spunky, fun twelve year old had matured so much. Her once short, spray dyed hair was now washed out and her natural pale, golden brown hair was back. Her tattered Ramones tee-shirt and saddened eyes showed the rough times she'd been through. She sighed. "Shuda, can I ask you something?" she said, casually.

Shuda grunted. "What?" he asked.

Priscilla shifted uncomfortably. "Do you...um......look I'm sorry for, you know..calling you a..." She sighed. "Do you..forgive me?"

Shuda looked at her in surprise, and resisted the urge to laugh. It wasn't hard. "I never cared in the first place." he said, looking forward.

Priscilla sighed in a small relief. "Oh.." she laughed. "Well that's cleared up....So where do you think the others are?"

"This way." Shuda said, as they emerged form the tunnel, he started following the footprints.

Priscilla winced at the sight of the tracks. "Whoa. Defiantly a Minotaur. I hope this isn't the thing that snagged Sheba." She said nervously, knowing from instinct that this was the monster that took one of her companions. "This is not good. The only demigods that defeated it was Theseus and Percy Jackson...Sorry if I'm being too obvious...."

Without further ado, Haru started running at the Minotaur his sword brandished wildly.

Katniss took a more strategetic approach. She used the moment that the minotour was distracted by Haru to run behind it, and bury hher sword in its ankle. The beast roared, stomping his feet wildly. Katniss almost got crushed, but managed to leap out of the way in time.