The Unlucky Hunt... (Lyko)

[Malicia Cyr]

Malicia had heard the screams and cries of his fellow campers. He remembered them as he placed them in the infurmery. He knew that they wonderd out in the forest as a way to make out and goof off. Malicia sighed as he was asked by Lancelot to go and hunt the two monsters. The only problem was the hunting part. Malicia sucked at hunting. He was ready to learn thou. He had his usual clothing on.

He was wearing a chain mesh shirt in stead of his New Orleans Marti Gras shirt. He only wore this when he wasn't hunting or fighting. He had on his fedora hat that was jet black. Along with that he wore a long black trench coat. He had hunting boots on and pants with metal knee pads on.

Malicia was armed with his sword that was now just a pokerchip. He was completely ready. He had his pokerchip read in his hands. He was already in the dark forest. It was hot and wet in this dark night. He kept his eyes and ears open. Mal then heard something in the bushes. It was time. He quickly flipped his coin in the air and cought it as a Elision Silver blade. It was a gift from his father Tzargos the god of gambling. He got his sword ready and waited.

[Lykos]

As if watching the accident fold right in front of him looking into the looking glass of Avalon which was the age old lake the portal between worlds. As if in the normal world in that camp called Zion two dangerous foes of the demigods where attacking two whom liked to create chaos and tomfoulery wanting to start an age old prank or just to have some fun when the age old enemies attacked the two boys.

As if conjured there another whom he knew was the son of Tzargos for they had talked about it and Tzargos had actually claimed him as his own flesh and blood as it were. Seeing him grab at the two injured boys and taking them out of harms way they had vanished from sight for he could only see of the forest for that was part of his dominion it wasn't long until the boy with the fadora hat reappeared in the edge of the forest just barely visible to his sight the age old pale blue eyes started to glaze a little for he knew that this boy, this Son of Tzargos was just like his father and wasn't patient nor skilled to well with that of hunting which he couldn't actually physically help this boy for it was against the rules and even though he had his rebellious ways this wasn't his to do with even though he did however give the boy some help not letting a demigod to be unprotected.

In the physical being of the forest while Malicia started to enter the forest in hearing a slight noise and without knowing that there was a presence as a slight gust of wind came through smelling like wild forests, dead game, and a hint of sweet berries which passed faster than appearing making the brush sound the boy looking at the brush with now blade in hand and ready to kill for yes these things where in the forest, but much deeper in than that as something did appear from the shrubery a silvery gray timber wolf with pale blue eyes and the sense of experience in itself most confident for this was one of the best trackers of the forest as if it probed the mind of Malicia a voice seemed to reach out to him sounding in his mind.

"My name is Tzantia and I am a friend who may help you on your quest of finding of what you seek in these woods be not afraid nor attack me young Demigod for I am a friend and you wouldn't want another enemy against you do you!"

As it sat on its haunches awaiting for either a mental or verbal reply from this boy and while waiting started to sniff at the air turning towards the heart of the forest for that was whence the smell of evil was coming from with its foul odor of death and chaos with no mercy at hand. This wolf was confident that it could hold its own for this was a servant of the woods and a friend of a powerful being even to those hellhounds who broke the wards of the camp.