The Land of Muses

From Sons of Gods to Sons of Vampires. From Brothers of Werewolves to Brothers of Humans. These are the Muses you'll get to know at The Land of Muses. Unlike normal Muse Blogs, I choose and make my Muses based off what would fit into the story, what would be right for your character. I don't make character's willy nilly, unless I want to. I make character's for big stories, Stories about adventure, drama, comedy. Feel free to roleplay with any character's already made. If we can think of a great thread together, or if you'll looking for a character for someone to play, I'll make that character for you. Feel free to contact me on Skype or Kik. Message me for contact info.

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“Imma just call you Stu, then. Cool?” he offered, taking the other one’s hand. He was just going to ignore the other’s comment about his name. “Yeah, that’s me. Sancho. Hale,” he then added. “My old man owns this school and stuff.”

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“Stu, no, Ster or even Stir-Fly, but not Stu,” Sterling told  the other. Of course he knew that Derek Hale owned the  school, but he didn’t care, Sancho was another guy, just because he has connections, it doesn’t make a difference,  “Yeah, so,” He asked. Sitting back down on his bed.

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Sancho didn’t say much as he entered the room and the first thing he did was just placing his bag on his bed, feeling the soft fabric for before he looked back to the other boy, the son of one of Dad’s… friends?

“What was your name again? Ste-something, right?”

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“ Sterling,” He said, sitting up on his bed. Looking at the other boy, he smirked, “ You’re name is Sancho, which is totally weirder, but I learned it,” Sterling teased, “ The Name is Sterling Stilinski,” Standing up, he held a hand out to the Hale.

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Delphi || Linus & Zaraan

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      Many, many minutes had passed by, and Zaraan remained where he was. At the balcony, over-looking the crowd of people, lit by the glow of torches and fire-lamps. The various scents he was picking up was difficult to distinguish. He was quite new with his abilities. The only thing he had mastered was his incredible strength and speed. Generating and manipulating fire was the hardest, and most risky. Uncontrollable, at times. It was very dangerous for him to be out in a crowd: he could spontaneously combust something without meaning to. The slightest glitch of his mood, and anything could happen. He could be happy, and somebody near him could have their clothes be set on fire. Or he could be angry, and cause the natural fires in the party to grow wilder and consume everything. The more he thought on it, the more he became aware that he was a danger to everybody here. The phoenix rose, and had just about to turn to leave, when he felt a hand upon his shoulder. Eyes moved to the subject, and he noticed the same beefy man he had seen only moments ago, standing there with his gaze fixed upon him, scanning the phoenix, which he felt like he was being looked at like a common whore.

      “It’s a pleasure, Linus. I’m Zaraan,” he took his hand with his own, which was three times its size. He shook it lightly, fearing his strength would break his hand. “Are you enjoying the festivities?” To appease him, his lips rose into an innocent, lip-shut smile. Even though he was a monster, created for destruction like his creator had deemed him to be, he could never deny his desire to live amongst the humans. To love like one of them, at least.

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The Sun had set and the town was lit only by the fire lamps covering the streets, the fire pits that the partakers of the festival were gathered around, drinking, singing, dancing, and the torches the guards were carrying around the area of the city. Even with all the flame, the town was still covered by darkness, the new moon casting no light over the city. After Zaraan had greeted the demigod, Linus walked over and lit the fire-lamps that were set on rods on both sides of the balcony.  Looking back at Zaraan, he smiled softly, “ I am, it’s quite the celebration, best I’ve been to so far,” Linus admitted, which was true. Usually, the celebrations were fun because Linus would admitted he was Apollo’s son and everyone would flock to him, but celebrating without anyone knowing the truth, that was fun too. Smiling again when he other smiled, he looked at the other, “ This is your first time in Delphi, as I live here and never seen you before, I would have been sure to remember,” He teased. Walking forward, the orange and yellow light from the flames made the giant of a man look amazing.

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        Very rarely, did Zaraan venture out to the wilderness. Normally, he stayed homed in his cave, deep within a volcano, called Methana. There dwelled his brothers and him. Every now and again, they were allowed to venture out into the world to experience it, but never too close to Mount Olympus. They weren’t strong enough to face the Gods just yet. Tonight, would be the night Zaraan would venture outwards, away from the local village he visited. Nothing exciting ever happened. So finally, when he was allowed to go out, he departed for Delphi. There was some kind of celebration going on: he didn’t know what for. The phoenix had witnessed his fair share of celebrations, and he knew what that meant: alcohol, nude men and women, dancing and sex. It was just how things rolled. Unlike other frivolous people, Zaraan liked to be discreet about his bed adventures. He didn’t flaunt himself, but dressed enough to make an impression. An open, golden robe was thrown onto his fairly large build, a loincloth was wrapped around his groin, along with a bronze-colored strap of leather to keep everything secure. His chiseled, broad chest, and washboard abdomen, was on view for everyone to see. Not to mention his long, trunk-like legs, and his astonishing charming smile that made whores weak at the knees, and men who hid their sexuality behind their wives were biting onto their lower lip, eyeing the titan of a man with lust. Women fanned themselves as he passed. Zaraan wasn’t sure it was because of his scolding body temperature, or the fact that they found him to be an Adonis, of sorts.

         The attention had completely destroyed his attention to the crowd, the man collapsing into him had caught him off-guard, and he immediately begun to apologize. “I’m deeply sorry. I, too, was distracted,” he bade the man farewell, and moved on through the crowd. He came upon a balcony railing, and bent himself down to rest his forearms into it, to which then some of his weight was applied to. In his hand, he had picked up a glass of juice, preferring to not drink alcohol, just in case his powers went on the fritz and he accidentally hurt somebody. Sea-blue eyes roamed across the village, hearing the screams and cheers of the people, he was completely at peace right now.

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Linus knew from the first touch that the male that he ran into wasn’t human. His skin was hot, smoldering even, and surely if Linus wasn’t the son of Apollo, he would have been burned at some degree. Letting his eyes follow the other as he walked around and away from the couple. Delphi didn’t get a lot of creatures disguised as humans, technically, Linus wasn’t human, being part-God and part-human, so to see someone like him was an once in a year experience. Turning to his lady, he pulled her in for a kiss, his hand moving down the small of her back and cupping her ass. Pulling his lips away, he told her to go make herself home to his dwellings and he’ll return to her within the hour. With one more kiss, he pushed her on her way and went to sure for the beast. Moving through the crowd, he could feel it’s power, maybe it was a gift of a demigod, being able to sense when a creature of the Gods were near, so he trusted it, following it to one of the balconies, that hung off the side of the mountain that Delphi sat upon. Walking up behind him his hand moved to it’s massive shoulder, cupping the left one to signal that he was here before leaning in on the railing,” You’re not human,” He said softly,” It’s fine, I’m not judging, I believe that even men like you are deserving of a somewhat normal life.” Standing up, he turned to the male, his eyes going over his body. He was hot, in more than one way. He could tell that the male had to be a bit shy, from how he apologized to how he was dressed. The creature knew it was hot, it flaunted it’s massive body and was known to have people wanting him, he could tell. “ I’m Linus,” He added, holding out a hand.

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65 B.C. || Linus and Zaraan

The Celebration of Apollo, God of the Sun. Linus’ Father, making Linus a Demigod, Son of Apollo, this was his favorite time of year. Usually he loved to brag about how his father is who they are celebrating, women and men would fling themselves to Linus, thinking that if they please him, they please Apollo, which is somewhat true, he was very close to his father and sometimes, if he enjoyed himself enough, would put in a good word and bring those that pleased him some luck. This year, however, he wanted his lovers to sleep with him, for him, not because his father was Apollo. Waking up just as his father pulled the sun out of it’s sleep, Linus got out of his bed and moved the window, seeing that the town of Delphi was hard at work to make this year’s celebration the biggest yet. With a smile, he got dressed, a white lioncloth and skirt and his favorite cover, he walked outside to help. Within the hour, they had the party set up and the week long celebration commenced. People from all around came to worship and celebration Linus’ father. Dancing and Music filled the bricked roads and everywhere you looked someone was either drinking, smoking or having sex, it was a wonderful day and it as about to get better. Already on his 3rd Drink, Linus had a woman in his arm, his lips trailing up her neck as he walked with her back to his home. But as he walked, he walked straight into a wall. Yet, it wasn’t. Looking up, he saw the male that almost towered above him, he was huge. His eyes met his before traveling down. All the other was wearing was a lioncloth and a jacket, and it suited him,” Sorry for bumping into you, but as you see, I have quite the distraction, you go have a good time and blessings to you,” He said, reaching up and patting the man’s shoulder. Feeling his heat come off of the male, he knew he couldn’t be human. The only reason his hand didn’t burn was because he was immune to heat and fire.