' CAUSE WE COULD BE IMMORTALS -Mount Olympus invite- IMMORTALS

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    Death and Love have more in common than people think...

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    The king of Olympus entered the new territory, heading towards the camp. It was a wonderful day, and the god of erotic love knew that it was the perfect time for celebration. Once reaching his destination, the immortal called out to no one in particular. [color=white]"Hail to the gods! Mount Olympus invites all members, whether they be mortal, immortal, creature or otherwise- to celebrate κουλτούρα with us! Hail to traditions, reign to the diversity, and praise all culture."


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    She wasn't really anyone who could accept invites, so the Warder just sat, watching the tom and waiting for someone with more authority to arrive.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Hotline had been hanging around the outskirts of camp, finding it quieter there and easier to fall asleep at. She had just curled up beneath a tree when Eros's invitation reached her attention. Giving a little twitch, she slowly began to unfurl, eyes blinking sleepily. "We will go," She would say quietly in her scratchy voice, seeing as it hurt greatly to get to a pitch any louder than her soft one. "thank you." Her tired mind pondered of what Mount Olympus was - she had not heard of it before - but too exhausted to think of it much longer, she pulled herself into a ball again and begged herself to fall asleep.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; maxheight:; font-size:9pt; overflow:auto; text-align:justify][Color=#9F5F5F]Their host was apparently tolerant of diversity, from the words accompanying the invitation, although he doubted the same could be said of all those who would be in attendance. It would be foolish to go if one wasn't able to respect boundaries, and keep their mouths closed, but there would be a few amongst the group who fell below those categories. Perhaps he was being cynical, though conversely, he thought the distrust was wise when there would be possible enemies there, with less reservations. If they didn't have a method to keep the peace that was apparent on arrival, his time spent there wasn't guaranteed to last long. "Thank you for the invitation," the feline murmured, placing himself near his clanmates.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width:400px; text-transform: lowercase;][justify][color=white][size=8]"Ye! What they said." Lucinda cheered happily, making her way over with an energetic smile.