Camp Half-Blood RP

Dog: *runs and licks Ezreal's wounds healing them* treat *barks* treat *barks*

 

You almost died again, Drake. You should rest and not complain when someone is helping you.

 

I can walk

 

Ezreal:"Thanks..."

-takes out a small biscuit and puts it on the floor for the dog-

"Sorry I don't have much..."

 

(Going to bed! )

 

Alright, but be careful

(Later Cowgirl!! )

 

Dog: *eats the biscuit eagerly*

Drake: I wish Ares didn't hate me

 

*stars walking still looking depressed*

 

(night)

 

Thankfully for me, all of the gods have a love-hate relationship with me, and they want my hell more than they want to kill me.

 

(help*)

 

*pats your back* no matter what anyone says, it's not your fault Drake

 

Yes it was

 

How can it be your fault that you were possessed by roman gods?

 

I'm Greek but I got in some…trouble with the roman gods and I came here to escape them I should've known they'd follow me

 

Daisy-May: *Plays in the darkness*

 

Alright I see your point. But I made an emergency offering to my father to prevent that from happening again

 

Or at least try to you forget they are gods too

 

*points at the girl hiding in the shadows* It's not nice to spy on people...tsk tsk

 

*smirks* apparently I was the Roman gods worst defeat twice