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maskormenacelogs2017-04-14 11:31 am
pummelgranite) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-04-14 11:31 am
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[OPEN] BAD CHILDREN AND GOOD DOGGOS
WHO: Nico, Persephone, and anyone else who tags along or trails them or is attracted to the scent of fresh meat and brimstone
WHERE: Maurtia Falls State Park
WHEN: Early April, before the Cold War Confessional plot
WHAT: Running the dogs!
WARNINGS: the dogs sometimes eat people but other than that this is a wholesome post full of wholesome hell children and their wholesome hell dogs
[ They left early in the morning, as had been promised to and enforced by one enthusiastic demi-god. That was for the best, really. Only those well connected with the Underworld would be able to see the three horse-sized black beasts that galloped behind her motorcycle, but it never hurt to be careful.
When they reach a suitable bit of meadow, she pulls over the bike and goes to unlock the refrigerated trailer they've been hauling. One hellhound immediately plops itself into a nearby pond. The water hisses and roils and darkens; fish begin floating to the surface. The hound rolls its enormous bulk belly-up, flailing happily and snapping at the dead fish. ]
Awe, good girl Bell!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls State Park
WHEN: Early April, before the Cold War Confessional plot
WHAT: Running the dogs!
WARNINGS: the dogs sometimes eat people but other than that this is a wholesome post full of wholesome hell children and their wholesome hell dogs
[ They left early in the morning, as had been promised to and enforced by one enthusiastic demi-god. That was for the best, really. Only those well connected with the Underworld would be able to see the three horse-sized black beasts that galloped behind her motorcycle, but it never hurt to be careful.
When they reach a suitable bit of meadow, she pulls over the bike and goes to unlock the refrigerated trailer they've been hauling. One hellhound immediately plops itself into a nearby pond. The water hisses and roils and darkens; fish begin floating to the surface. The hound rolls its enormous bulk belly-up, flailing happily and snapping at the dead fish. ]
Awe, good girl Bell!