huntress

Cora Edwards | Hunter of the Lady Artemis

[cora-edwards]

mikeluman:

Michael makes a mental note of the new footing, nodding in thanks to the huntress before continuing. When he hears her age he shakes his head in disbelief. “I’m going to find that crazy no matter how many times I hear it,” he marvels. “I can barely imagine surviving a day, and you’ve done it for a century?” He can’t help but laugh at the thought.

Originally posted by tylerpose

She shrugs. “I suppose it doesn’t feel so bad when you know you’ll have a while, unless I’m taken out in battle.”

[cora-edwards]

mikeluman:

“Hey, no matter what you think, being a mortal who becomes one of Artemis’ elite is a pretty impressive to say the least,” Michael comments, struggling to wrap his head around a normal person ending up an immortal monster huntress. “How long have you been a huntress? If you don’t mind my asking?” He inquires. While they converse, he takes in her advice on his posture, raising an eyebrow as a way of asking if he’s doing it right.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

She nods for him to continue; his foot is placed with considerably more careful deliberation, and it lines up better with the target that way. “A hundred and twelve years,” she replies after a moment of thought, having to mentally double check what year it was. “And counting, of course.”

[cora-edwards]

mikeluman:

“Yeah, I’ve been told I have a “more powerful aura” about me because of old thunderpants. Though I’m pretty sure that’s a nice way of saying I smell more delicious to the monsters, which isn’t so great,” Michael snorts at the humour about that. “But “divine” is a nice way to put it, so thanks I guess”. He releases the arrow he had been aiming, landing it once again a couple rings from the bullseye. Grimacing at the lacklustre shot, he prepares another. “So are you not any of those then? Demigod, nymph or whatever?” He asks curiously.

“No,” she replies easily. It used to be something she hid, wished wasn’t so, but she’s grown comfortable in being a mortal-turned-immortal in the last century. Confident. Proud, even. “I probably have the most boring 'before’ life story of anyone here.” People talked about that a lot at Camp, the before. What were you doing before? Where did you live before? What changed it? A beat, then nodding to his posture, she adds, “And watch how you’re aligning your feet.”

[cora-edwards]

mikeluman:

“Pleasure to meet you,” Michael says, bowing his head slightly to her as he does. When she guesses his father is Zeus, Michael simply nods. “Yup, my “dad” is the big guy,” he confirms as he nocks another arrow. “How’d you guess? Do I naturally have an air of arrogance about me then?” He says with a chuckle, half joking, though silently hoping that isn’t actually the case.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

She shook her head, choosing to not comment too far on the arrogance, eyes flickering nervously to the sky. She was pretty sure she was enough on the divine radar that she might get smitten from above if she said something like that. Michael, it seemed, got a free pass. “No. Part lucky guess, part you feel a little more... divine, I suppose, than most of the demigods here. Not that I was ever great at feeling that out. My sisters that were nymphs and demigods and goddesses before are better at it than me.”

[cora-edwards]

mikeluman:

“Couldn’t agree more,” Michael nods, as he releases his arrow. It isn’t any better than other shots, landing a couple rings off the bullseye, but he could definitely feel a difference. “Yeah, that works a lot better for sure. Thanks, I appreciate it…” Michael says appreciatively, though pauses as he realises he doesn’t know the other’s name.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“Cora,” she supplies, watching the arrow sink into the bullseye. It’s not particularly impressive, but he moves with considerably more fluidity. “You’re one of Zeus’, are you not?” She wasn’t a demigod or divine herself, but she’d learned to pick up on how that felt in others, when it was more subdued, more chaotic, and in the case of Michael, more dangerous. She’d met Zeus himself only once, but he had the same aura to him, albeit with far more good-naturedness than she secretly presumed Lord Zeus had ever had.

[cora-edwards]

leo-martell:

Leo imagined himself spending centuries practically doing the same thing over and over again. If he was being realistic, he doubted he’d last a couple of years for a group like the Huntresses. “How about…friends?” || @cora-edwards

“I have the other Hunters,” she said simply, a little baffled. Those were her friends. Her family. Her whole life. They were all she needed.

[cora-edwards]

leo-martell:

“B-but,” he stammered, “The fun of it is in the waiting and all the shits you come up with before the release of an official content. What–what do you even do in your spare time?”

“Hunt,” she replied bluntly. “Move around most of North America with my sisters. Sometimes we go into towns, if we need, but it’s rare.” And frankly, she preferred it that way.

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vnastasias:

If there’s one thing Anastasia has never been good at, it’s archery. Especially since it isn’t their battle technique of choice, they usually glide by during lessons, not paying much attention unless absolutely needed.

When the other marches up to them they jump for a second, mainly in their own world, not even realizing how bad their stance actually was, “Oof, how bad is it?” They look down, sighing, “And how do I make it better? I don’t get archery.”

“That’s okay. But it’s my job today to help you get it. Here.” She gestured for them to put down the bow for a moment. “Let’s start with your feet. You’ll want them lined up like so-” She demonstrated, then indicated that they should mimic her. “Which is actually pretty important, it puts the rest of your body in the right place.”

[cora-edwards]

daughtercfhell:

Kara had been out of it for the past week and it didn’t seem to get any better, taking some of Mike’s advice to heart.  She threw herself back into training and according to Cora, that was probably a bad idea.  She took a deep breathe and stepped back, “Sorry.” She grumbled, “Care to show me.”

She took the bow from her. It felt foreign and unfamiliar in her hands, it didn’t have the same comforting weight and balance as her own, but this was best for the sake of demonstration. “You’re forgetting good posture.” She showed her her own stance when drawing an arrow. “Notice my chin and the direction my body faces. You try.” She passed back the bow. “I’ll tweak it so you can feel the difference, if you don’t mind me touching you.”

[cora-edwards]

mikeluman:

Michael frowns at her comment, “why not? You’re a badass immortal huntress who seeks out and kills the deadliest monsters, what’s not to respect?” He sees her frown toward his elbow positioning and adjusts it slightly, “how’s this now?” He inqures.

Originally posted by bonniebird

Her lip quirks upwards at the compliment. “I find it has a lot to do with a sense of self importance is all.” She eyes his elbow, then nods. “Yes. You’ll get a fuller draw this way, pull back. Feel the difference?”

[cora-edwards]

mikeluman:

“Problem? Are you kidding me? It means that any archery advive you give me is going to be beyond expert,” Michael compliments. “It also tells me why you sound so annoyed, my mere existence probably offends you,” he laughs, preparing to attempt another shot.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“Your existence doesn’t offend me,” she says with a frown, watching his elbow carefully. “I’ve just found that a lot of men don’t respect mine.” Not that the occasion often rose. This was the most co-ed her life had been in over a century.

[cora-edwards]

mikeluman:

Michael frowns as he tries to follow her instructions, making sure he gets it right, as this other camper sure sounds like that know a lot more than him. “This better?” He asks, before noticing the distance she’s keeping from him. His brain does the simple maths. “I’m guessing you’re a huntress of Artemis then?” He questions with a light chuckle.

Originally posted by smolspiderboy

She lifts her chin at the comment, ready for a fight about it. She wasn’t breaking any rules by talking to boys, but they all seemed to want to comment on the distance she maintained. “Will that be an issue?” she asks, uncertain if she needs to be defensive.

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leo-martell:

Leo blinked at her, trying to determine if she was joking or not. “Star Wars? Darth Vader? Stormtroopers? Ring any bells?”

She thought she might have heard of Star Wars, but she gave a half shrug and blank stare in response. “I don’t really have any need to keep up with that kind of thing. It all changes so quickly.”

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mikeluman:

Michael was ready to let loose his arrow when he heard the voice begin to lecture him. He withdrew his arrow and frowned as he looked down at his posture. Wrong? He couldn’ve sworn he was doing exactly what had been taught to him both by camper and huntress alike? “Oh… really?” He asks simply, unsure what else to say.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

She nodded. “Your elbow. It’s turned out slightly, you see that?” She gestured to the inside of his arm, at the joint, but kept her hand a healthy distance away from him. “You won’t get as good of a draw. Rotate it in, just a little more.”

[cora-edwards]

Cora frowned at the camper from across the archery range, spotting an issue within seconds. Her attention to detail in technique were hawk-like after a century of training with the Hunters, and while she tried to forgive the campers for only a decade’s worth of training on the high end, a year on average, some mistakes were too glaring to not correct. Especially since she’d been placed on watch near the range for the day, and the Apollo cabin was leading the lesson. The blind leading the blind. She marched directly up to the camper, nodding to their stance. “You’re doing it wrong,” she declared to them with lifted chin and matter of fact tone. “You’re never going to hit your target like that.”

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leo-martell:

“That’s why you have to get to higher ground. Hey, even Anakin and Obi-wan fought on that floating thing before the lava burnt it!”

Should she recognize those names? It did seem like someone might flood the camp with lava for fun. “Are they campers?”

[broken-daughter-of-the-night-de]

Once again another long night of training for Esmee, she’s always been one to go a little overboard and strive for perfection, especially with how flawed she really is. She’s as exhausted as usual as she sees campers begin to file out of their cabins for breakfast. She assumes as much that she may as well slip in line with her cabin and take a break for once. Finally catching up with everyone else, she makes her way into the dining hall to sit down in the same spot as always. It’s too often that she finds herself fighting to stay awake at breakfast after a sleepless night, she couldn’t wait for the first cup of coffee. She puts her hands up to her face and stares blankly into what she was hoping was nothing, but of course it was always another person.

[cora-edwards]

Cordelia was nowhere to be found at breakfast this morning, leaving Cora alone again. She didn’t necessarily mind the solitude, and while she didn’t need to eat, she did enjoy the routine of meals. It did mean, however, that she noticed a vacant stare trained on her within moments. She glanced around, hoping to find whatever it was the girl was staring at, but came up short. With a frown, she tried to catch the girl’s eyes, gesturing to herself as if to ask me? Did they know one another or something?