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Started July 17, 2018 by Deleted user

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Aye, you (hopefully) know what this is.

There we go.

hey hey

Hey. So should we make a template for their teenage years? How old should they be exactly?

well Erikos died at roughly 19-20, so it kind of depends

Hm, well should they be 18 or 19?

probably something around that

Sounds good. Should we make templates or just jump right in?

I think we should be good without templates

Alright, should I start us off?

sure

Daus woke up groggily as he cracked one eye open, already feeling a terrible migraine begin in the back of his head. He began to push himself up, noticing small waves from a river lapping against his legs. Gods, where am I? Did Mara prank me with the underworld's river again? He thought drowsily, continuing to push himself up until he stopped suddenly, the headache continuing to pound in his skull. Daus' clothes were practically completely wet, but he didn't seem to notice as he realized that he could barely remember the last few days.

Erikos was walking along the sandy banks of the ocean, humming to himself as he made his way towards where the sea began to feed the local river. He adjusted the makeshift fishing pole he had over his shoulder, a hand over his eyes to block out the blinding sun. He turned to walk along the banks of the river, beginning to hum a different tune as he walked

Daus squinted past the sun and towards a figure on the opposite side of the river, hearing a voice humming a specific tune as he began to push himself up. He stumbled a bit as he decided to lean against a tree in an attempt to study the person across. Daus could talk to them, but he had no idea what he was doing here or where he actually was. What would he even ask? After a few moments of debating, Daus instead decided on just watching the person in order to see what they would do. Maybe then he could debate on what to do next.

Erikos continued to hum, not a care in the world as he made his way down the river bank. He slowed to a stop though, tilting his head curiously as he knelt down. Were those…human tracks? He shuffled side to side a little, studying the tracks for a moment. Eventually he stood upright, adjusting his patchwork poncho as he followed the tracks cautiously towards the treeline

Daus groaned as he looked down, noticing bloodstains coming from the side of his shirt as he tugged the fabric up before dropping it once again. The last thing he wanted to see was his own blood. There were a couple more bruises and nicks across the rest of his body, but he paid no attention to them as he stumbled to the ground in order to sit down cross-legged. He was still attempting to figure out where he was, but suddenly realized that the person across the banks had disappeared. "Shit," Daus muttered, glancing around slowly as one arm wrapped protectively around his wound.

Erikos squinted at the tracks, a hand moving up to run through his sand-spattered hair in confusion. He continued quietly, until he knocked his head directly into something hard. He jumped back in surprise, falling on his rear with a small noise of surprise and confusion. He rubbed at his head, blinking a few times before looking up at the thing he had run into. Or, well. Person

Daus furrowed his brow in concern as he felt something run into him, letting out a barely audible grown as he jostled the wound on his side. He looked up from his hands and towards the other…man, studying them as he began to back away warily, a steady glare evident on his face. "Who the hell are you?" Daus asked bluntly, not bothering to be polite to the stranger. Why should he anyways when he just woke up on the banks of some random river?

"Think I should be askin' you that, senor," Erikos muttered warily, rising to his feet as he brushed his long black hair out of his eyes. "You're on my banks, and papa doesn't take kindly to strangers," he said, fixing his oddly blue eyes on the stranger. He continued to look Daus over, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of blood staining the other's side

Daus backed away even more, placing his hands over the wound in an attempt to distract the man from it. The last thing he needed was for them to ask questions about it. He studied their blue eyes for a moment, cursing himself for even thinking for a moment that the stranger was cute. "Look, I don't know what I'm doing here. I only woke up a few moments ago," Daus explained, glancing up to check that his horns were hidden as he brushed a stray curl out of his face.

Erikos continued to study him curiously, his stark blue eyes trailing across the other. His eyes widened even more when he saw the other's horns. "Oh my gods," he exclaimed softly before beginning to bow frantically. "I'm so sorry for disrespecting you, senor," he said quickly before reaching for his fishing pole. He offered it to the other, biting the inside of his cheek sharply. Please don't smite me, please don't smite me, I'm only 19! he thought frantically

"No, no, it's fine. Really," Daus answered quickly, though it came out as a mumble as he glanced around the forest, wondering if he could run for it. Though, he would probably bleed out in the first hour or so, not that it mattered since he was a god and all. After pushing the idea out of his head, Daus studied the other man for a few more moments, retracting his horns tentatively when he realized that it must be making the other nervous. Now, he looked like the average, American nineteen-year-old boy. "Where am I exactly?" He asked curiously, wondering if his brother or even his sister was looking for him by now.

"P-Portugal, senor," Erikos answered quickly, still bowing out of worry he might accidentally offend the creature in front of him. He wasn't sure what the other was, but he was absolutely convinced that they had to be an infinite of some sort. "I'm not quite sure how far that is from where you come from, but I would be more than happy to provide a place for you to stay as you wish."

"You don't have to bow or call me that, it's alright," Daus answered slowly, furrowing his brow faintly in confusion as he glanced around the river, wondering how he had made his way to Portugal. If this was one of Mara's pranks, he was not going to be happy when he returned to the underworld. Daus paused and looked back towards the other man, settling his amber gaze on them for a few moments as he debated whether or not he could stay with them. Perhaps they could help him with the wound on his side, but he would rather not have strangers touching him.

Erikos scrambled to his feet, not wanting to do anything that might accidentally offend the other. He grabbed his fishing pole, slinging it over his shoulder carefully again as he did his best not to hit either of them with it. He looked up at the other, eyes wide with curiosity. "Papa said the infinites were always huge and terrifying, but you don't seem like that at all," he said, walking slowly around Daus as if to study him