#thethracianhero

[mytholaneous-blog]

x e n a

     “Oh I’m sorry Xena, was this yours?” Her tone anything but sorry as she casually stepped over the elder’s body, Hazel irises steadied themselves upon the Brunette before her, daring her to make a move.

[wxrthirsty-blog]

✘ ┋;Xena

     “You call, I come. I’m not exactly going to ignore when my favourite warrior cries out for me, but I am on a bit of a tight schedule today so, what can I do for you Xena?” Evidently Ares never strayed far from her.

[dichonxia-blog]

     “Do you just make it your job to spoil my fun or something?” Bitter annoyance was held within her tone. Whenever one of the Goddess’ plans was at it’s peak; the Warrior always seemed to show up at the most inappropriate moments and foil it.

[wxrthirsty-blog]

                            ΓοΔ Οφ ΩΑΡ                            

❛ Sloppy. ❜ 

The comment seemed to appear out of nowhere at first until Ares emerged through a haze of light, casually leaning against the bark of the tree. His trademark smirk evident across hardened features, as he simply watched Xena battle one of the many failure of a ‘Warlord’ one, even the great Ares had actually deemed un-worthy of joining his army & that was something.  ✘

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[rpicongallery]

[ooc;] Hi, I was wondering if I could request some Xena icons? I've been searching tumblr and they are rather scarce, if you could do any I'd be grateful. <3

Some here friend

-Grimes

[thethracianhero]

[theoriginalbloodcountess]

((Congrat-u-fucking-lations darling! I had no idea, but I'm happy to have you around. Love you dearest! <3))

[[-Kisses cheek- Countess turns 454 years in 30 minutes, when a cry ran out in her hometown in Hungary, and everyone knew a star was born.]]

[thethracianhero]

The days had grown longer as spring turned to summer, the shifting of the seasons was subtle at first; but once settled in the familiar humidity would thicken the air. It – with her vigorous workout which came in many forms; would cause her pours to open and beads of sweat to form slowly gliding down her skin. Warrior sweat as she called it, it in itself was rewarding the smell brought memories of heated battles, ones she relished in and those she tried to forget. Her past was soaked with the blood of men slew in the path of her wrath; Fathers, sons, brothers, husbands. It made little difference they all fell before her sword; even mothers, daughters, and children from all ages.

She felt uneasy when she remembered their screams, their faces; they were forever etched in her memory. Burned into her very psyche, she could never forget because she could never would.  Smells, sounds, even faces similar sculpted would remind her every now and then. The dark warrior haunted by her past, seeking redemption for crimes the world over. Her blue hues narrowed as her glance shifted down the path in front of her, with a tug of Argo’s reins she treaded forth.

The wind flicked her hair forward, as a breeze lightly brush passed her cheeks. Her gaze lingered to her side, Gabrielle usually accompanied her; but unlike those other days she was not around. Argo neighed; extending her right hand she stopped to pet her horse. Her brow arched in response; Argo could sense it too. Twigs snapped in half under heavy boots, Xena had stopped to turn her back; while her hand caressed her horse in a soothing way.

There had to be about four guys in total from her estimate in her head, bandits no less. Two sprang behind Xena and the other two behind Argo. Some would call them bandits, others would say thieves; but what they really were are just some young thugs looking for a quick dinar. Until they stumble upon the next victim and today they choose the wrong woman. ”Give us your dinars, if you know what’s good for ya!”