Hunters Of Apollo (SYOC~ closed)

Apollo IV

APOLLO'S DAY STARTED OUT WITH A BANG. Quite literally.

It was a quiet Tuesday morning. He was laying in bed, watching drearily as part of his essence rode the Sun chariot around the world. Staring into the pink-tinted windowsill (courtesy of Aphrodite), he couldn't help but wonder if his sister had noticed her missing huntress.

He rolled over in the bed. Greek gods didn't need sleep, but it was a blissful state Hypnos had gotten them addicted to. Plus, it was good for wooing mortal women (and, occasionally, men). A wide yellow comforter that seemed to glisten like real gold sat atop satin white sheets. Fluffed up pillows in plain white cases rested against the bed's head. It was the least garish thing in Apollo's temple.

Oh, and the gorgeous brunette huntress sleeping next to him. You couldn't miss her.

It was an accident, really. He had been walking in a handsome mortal form along the streets of Wisconsin, when he had stumbled across his sister and her followers.

"Apollo," she had scowled, auburn hair swishing in its pony tail, "What're you doing here?" He plastered on a cheesy smile. "Just enjoying the sunshine, little sis!" Her scowl grew and she stepped up into his face. If a thirteen-year-old could look intimidating, Artemis did.

"Stay out of this," she hissed through clenched teeth. He tried to hide his wince. "What else would I do, Arty Farty?" She gave him a deadly glare and Apollo decided to shut up.

"We're hunting a pack of Hellhounds. They seem to be getting smarter; all of the monsters do," Artemis said finally. She observed the clearing, seeming to take notice of the wood just south of where they are. "Huntresses, come with me." They moved to step forward with a murmured, "Yes, M'lady," but Artemis spoke again. "Regina, Samantha. Watch my brother. Keep him out of trouble."

The too girls didn't look very thrilled, but nodded grudgingly. "Yes, M'lady," they chorused. Artemis set her jaw and darted towards the woods, her hunters following her until only Regina and Samantha remained.

Regina scowled. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she looked about 14. "We'll get something to eat at that restaurant," she said, pointing at a diner a short walk away. McDonalds, it read on a yellow sign. Apollo wondered who thought it was a good idea to name it that.

They arrived a minute later.

Regina scowled. "I'm going to the washroom. I may be a few minutes." She looked at the other girl. "Samantha, watch the pig. I'll be a few minutes." With that, she marched towards the bold 'RESTROOMS' sign near the back.

Samantha stared after her friend. She had short brown hair, a fairly dark complexion, and black eyes. She was gorgeous, and a lot older than most hunters—perhaps seventeen, eighteen.

Just around Apollo's current form.

"So," he started, seeing as she wasn't going to anytime soon, "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" She didn't answer, but a slight blush rose to her cheeks. Apollo took that as a win.

He changed his shirt with a snap of his fingers. He leant in. "You know, this shirt is made out of boyfriend material." No response. He pretended not to notice.

"Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?" She cracked a grin.

Apollo clasped his hands together satisfactorily, before quickly covering his eyes. "Did the Sun just come out, or did you smile?" She said nothing, but her cheeks heated up even more.

He leant back, pretending to give up. Looking in the direction of the bathroom, he saw a short line. If he turned a little, he could see Regina's parka. She was probably second or third in line. He still had a few more minutes!