Moon of my life.
I am Artemis, mistress of Hunt, Chastidy, Wilderness and the Moon.
My father is Zeus, and my mother Leto, Apollo is my twin brother and I can't stand him.
My hunters are my sisters, my daughters, my friends. Blood of my own blood. Though I am proud to say I have beared two children of my own, the offspring of night itself, to whom I have grown a love and care without bounderies.
Persephone is my trusted sister and friend.
Though short, there is a few list of gods which seem to appreciate making me angry (Yes, I am looking at you, Hermes.), as well as testing my patience (Khione, if you value your life don't cross paths with me again).
Prove yourself worthy, and you may join my hunt. Swear the oath and live forever. Men are not allowed.


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Well, good morning 

the—lastolympian:

maidengoddess:

the—lastolympian:

*nods* Good.

What about the time your added something more to his message yesterday? He though you were trying to prove yourself better than him, trying to make him feel less important.

How can one become so offended with one harmless act. -rolls eyes- He seems to think I only interfered because I wished to “undermine” him. That is ridiculous! It was a trial to complement the message, it’s not like I was scoffing his job, yes?

You may have not meant it, but Hermes though you did. 

Not surprising. -snorts- That fool.


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