The wind blows softly, gently caressing everything in her way. The forest softly dances with it, softly whispering as if it carries a secret message.
The cool wind embraces Artemis, gently enveloping her form as if caressing her and raining her with kisses and along with it their secret message. The scent of blood - the blood of the fallen ones. Artemis smirked. The scent that the wind carries are of the hideous monsters they've been hunting. There were blood scents from her huntresses of course but not as heavy as the other.
"You are quite becoming the hunter you are, dear nephew" Artemis said as she pulls out her bloodied dagger out of her latest kill. Her statement directed at the being behind turned around to face the other and out of the dark shadows came out a huge white panther.
"Panthera" she greeted with a slight nod and recieved a low purr and a lazy swish of a tail as a curt greeting.
An exasperated sigh left the great huntress' lips and rolled her beautiful piercing eyes. "Are you seriously planning to attack me behind my back, Grimmjow?" She said as she wipe her bloodied dagger with a cloth casually.
Grimmjow stepped out of the shadows with a huge mocking grin plastered on his handsome face "Still sharp... Old virgin"
"Amature" she teased playfully. A sweet smile graces her lips. Grimmjow chuckling lowly in his chest.
The hunt went on. Blood spilt soaking the earth, watering it with red liquid. It went on till the monsters sensed the rising of the sun and they retreated back to the dark abyss where they came the mighty Apollo drive his flaming chariot Artemis met him half-way.
"Artemis" he greeted his twin with a small nod.
"Brother" she greeted back returning the gesture. Grommjow gave a small nod to him.
"I assume that the monsters are slain" he said. Voice questioning at the same time expectant.
"No. They retreated back when they saw your first rays" she said. "I see" he started " they fear light."
"Yes. That's what we thought."
The twins engaged in conversation. Exchanging informations and progress. When they finished they said their good bye's and parted ways.
"He hates me doesn't he" Grimmjow said looking up where the god rules by day. Artemis hummed while stroking Panthera's snow white fur. Grimmjow stared at her waiting for an answer. Artemis looked at him amused and eyes dancing with mirth "Does it matter? You don't like him either"
"Hah!" He exclaimed "He can go fuck himself for all I care" and snorted.
Artemis was at her favorite bathing place along with her nymphs to wash up and refreshen them selves. Grimmjow was there too bathing with them. For any men, whatever their race maybe this would be paradise. To bathe with the beautiful Artemis and with her equal in beauty nymphs, but then again Grimmjow is a unique god.
Grimmjow was dipping on the cool water and chatting with Artemis' nymphs. Panthera busy catching himself a juicy fish.
"You look radiant today, Grimmy!" Squealed a nymph with sea foam hair with awe.
"The hell?!" Grimmjow said almost half yelled "what kind of girly description are you giving me, Nell?"
"A girly description!" Exclaimed Nell enthusiastically. Everyone around him laughed including Artemis. Grimmjow's brow ticked in annoyance.
"Shut yer yap!" He shouted at them and fisting his hand and waiving it in front of them but it only made them laugh harder. Grimmjow growled deeply in his chest, threatening them but it only made them laugh harder.
"SHUTUP!SHUTUP!SHUTUP!" He shouted and he stood up out of the water and walked out on them...naked. Naked as the day he was born. He was about to leave the spring when Artemis called on him
"Grimmjow"
"What?!"
"Your clothes. Wear them"
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at Artemis while the other lifted her two defined brows silently telling the other to try and challenge her.
"Panthera! Get my clothes!" And he stormed out.
Grimmjow wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of himself to walk around naked. Why would he? His body is drool worthy and worth lusting for. His physique after all is superior than Adonis. He knows it but doesn't brag about it. He just lets his admirers do it for him. That's much better than to carry your own chair and much safer. Boastful people tend to get into trouble that way.
Grimmjow was walking through the thick forest, dry leaves and twigs crunch under his foot. Grimmjow noticed that the forest seemed dead. No birds chirping or flying around, no land animals wondering and no insects buzzing around. This got him cautious of his surroundings, senses heightened.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement and he quickly reached to his side to draw his sword but when he did he got hold of nothing. He forgot that he was stark naked. He cursed and called for Panthera but his sacred beast is nowhere but his clothing's and weapons were lying not too far from him. He made a dash to his belongings, his sword to be precise but before he could reach it an arrow was shot in his direction. He quickly dodged it and it pierced the ground where he was a moment ago. He twisted his body to see who the perpetrator was but it is too fast. The only thing he got a glimpse on was its hair. It's long, shiny and appears to be soft and ...oddly familiar.