Jessenia
At the heart of Artemis Wilderness lies the Artemis Hunting Grounds, a vast and untamed expanse where gods and mortal hunters alike venture into the wild. The terrain is varied, featuring dense forests, sprawling meadows, and rushing rivers. This pristine wilderness serves as a sanctuary for various mythical creatures and a challenging hunting ground for those seeking Artemis's favor.
Jose
**Title:** The Lion, The Wine and The Woods
**Location:** Artemis Hunting Grounds
**Characters:** Bia and Valerian
**Pings:**
Maria
*Greenery. Peace. Solitude.*

Nestled in a secluded woodland area of the Artemis Hunting Ground: a wild and wonderful setting that fulfilled the innate desire to be surrounded in the healing arms of nature, Valerian had worked the courage to venture to the known wild area in hopes to find what he had been seeking. A moment to escape his mourning mind and perhaps that was why he had brought with him a bottle of red wine to aid in the task.

Had he successfully brought about his wish? Definitely. Having sat against the thick trunk of an oak tree as he indulged in the bitter red elixir, the demigod felt himself be free for a moment from the clutches of his own misery. His eyes, his nose and ears - the senses of the human body became in sync with the pulsing life that constantly existed in the silent titans of creation. 

Trees were remarkable in the blond boy's eyes. Tall and rooted to who they were. They held a quiet strength within them that was undeniable yet they exuded a graceful spirit of acceptance that Valerian could not articulate. For as his back leaned against the course bark of the oak, he felt embraced. He felt... Comforted from his own self. 

The sun was fast approaching its daily retreat and the youth instinctively knew it was time to leave the hunting grounds. The night came with mysterious that he was yet ready to witness - he had heard the stories and Val was in no mood or state to deal with such encounters.

Slightly wobbling to his feet with a giggle, Val placed the almost empty green bottle in his backpack and steadily, with one foot in front of the the other, to find his way out of the scared hunting grounds. 

Had it been his brightest idea to partake in this endeavour with a bottle wine? Definitely not - for Val was soon lost to the world of green and tipsy, seeking an exit to that had currently alluded him. 
_ _

"Shit," He muttered as he came to a halt as the denseness of the woods started to become thicker and the demigod accepted he was heading in the wrong direction.

Light was fast descending and panic was beginning to settle within the fragile bones of the scrawny homosexual lost in the wild paradise of beasts. Val's heart began to pulse faster as spun around the clearing he found himself looking for any sign leading to an exit. But there was none within his sights. 

He was lost. Utterly and tipsily lost...

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Robert
The setting Sun's rays had embraced the wilderness, its gentle ambience giving rest and peace to the weary. A sanctuary tucked away, forever a secret, as if it were the fifth corner of the planet undiscovered.

Long blades of grass kissed her paws, brushing against her legs with every step that she took. After a long day of animal-watching, Bia was in search of a clearing in the woods, so she could rest on the raw Earth and fall asleep under the night sky. The other animals at Artemis' hunting grounds were not aware of Bia's divinity, just as the mortals of Olympian, although the former seemed more at ease around her than the latter.

Except for one, *Terribly* Annoying pigeon.

The Goddess was old- almost ancient, even, and she was not of petty personage. If an Immortal were petty, they'd only be sentencing themselves to a life of constant discomfort and perpetual irritability. Even *If* A mortal could *Somehow* Get under Bia's skin, she knew better than to react as such.

But *Gods*, this pigeon- regurgitated from the very depths of the fields of punishment, made *Just* To tear into Bia's patience, bit by bit, ripping it apart and rolling around in its ruins like the monstrous beast that it was.

Its talons pressed down on Bia's head, forcing her head down as it let out a harsh cry.

Maybe she'd come back for star-gazing later.

Around 15, 30 years later.

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The Goddess growled in irritation, tilting her head back as she faltered in her steps, to glare at the demon bird. She stilled for a moment, her eye trained on the pigeon, before leaping up from the ground. A louder growl sounded from Bia as she reached for the bird, barely catching its tail between her razor sharp teeth. The pair continued in this way; the bird, taunting the Goddess, and Bia, pouncing on it in vain. She hadn't realized that, in her pursuit for vengeance, she'd been led astray in the now pitch black wilderness, till she came face to face with the mortal that had been cruising around the woods with his hand trailing the brush.

The Goddess stilled, staring down the lanky blond. The only sound to pull them both out of their noiseless stupor, a shrill coo from the demon bird.

Ah, yes. *'Shit,'* As the mortal had so eloquently put.