#ahklys

[echo16reads]

NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OKAY

[altar-ov-plagues]

[tritus-is-gone]

"Care for a bite?"

[tritus-is-gone]

Ahklys and Hernes Invite you to their fruit stall.

[terrestrial-dracorn]

Me: *thinking about Percy Jackson*

Me: What a pure kid.

Brain: He choked a goddess with acid.

Me:

[tritus-is-gone]

💉 Ahklys

“Ahklys. Are you sure you want this job?” A masked man inquired as he thumbed over her paperwork. “If he catches you, there’ll be no way to save your rear.”

“Hmph. Just because the mark has exceptional brawn doesn’t mean that they are impervious to any attack.” Gold capped nails thrummed against the wooden countertop.

*Tack *Tack *Tack *Tack*Tack *Tack

“Okay. Okay. So be it. Don’t come crying for help when the Hunter gets you Ahklys. We do NOT have anyone who can fight him one on one.” Roughly stamping her papers, the man handed them back to her. “Try not to die, Ahklys. We need you in this war.”

“Everyone has a weakness, Taskmaster.” The icy eyed woman smirked as she slinked towards the door, papers tucked safely in her bosom. A smirk spread upon her delicate lips, giant or not, this man WILL perish at her fingertips. No matter what.

“Hernes the Hunter.” A devious smile glistened beneath those gold talons of hers. The powerful ring this title had…. a delectable new name to add to her ledger.

So.

Very.

Delectable.