Chapter: 2 Meeting of the Tailed Beasts
Third Person POV
If you ever came across a creature that could kill you in an instant, your reaction would be something fear-oriented.
That wasn't the case with the teenage Son of Hephaestus, as he stood before what could probably have been the last thing he would ever see.
"Wow," was what came out of him and an awed expression before it changed into a stern and annoyed one "okay who are you and what are you doing in my dream."
To his surprise the beast just threw his head back and laughed "Extremely blunt and to the point aren't you, runt."
"Hey!" he cried in indignation "you don't just come into someone's dream and call him a runt."
The demigod after being out in the outside world for nearly three weeks had heightened senses, so it wasn't much of a surprise when he immediately picked up the fact that they weren't alone.
He turned coming to face what he thought was a completely bizarre sight. Eleven beasts, all with multiple tails except for one. "Is that….. A sand raccoon, what's with those markings on him, and a spirit cat with two tails, right nothing new there" he thought dryly.
He did a quick assessment of the others, a turtle pretending to be a pirate, "Give him an eye patch and I'd have mistaken him to be Sciron's pet" a four tailed ape with a head band, "Is that a dolphin or a horse", a six tailed slug which he , a seven tailed hybrid insect, an eight tailed octopus ,a nine tailed fox "What in the name of Hades is that thing supposed to be" as he looked frustratedly at the ten tailed abomination.
The next creature was hard to make out as well, looking like a cross between a dove and a peacock.
Along with this he noticed another thing which made his annoyance to deepen. They were before him in watered down form of their real versions, sort of like the gods but a bit different.
"Would you please stop hiding, I can handle whatever you look like, ya'know" he said with a vein appearing on his head depicting his annoyance.
"Well what'd you know, he isn't as dense as we thought he'd be" the raccoon said.
Before starting to shift along with the others, so they now stood at a height of the Alps, he would know since he had seen it on his roundabout way to Texas.
Then a sudden pressure dropped on him and he struggled to keep standing. There very presence was enormous enough to nearly bring him down to his knees but he kept standing, anger coursing through his system at the very thought of being weak.
He was able to shrug off the pressure with a supreme effort of will.
"Okay, who are-" he was cut off when he noticed that it was not just them who were there.
Humans or..
Half-bloods. He did a head count, 16 in all.