<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/7e/e8/57/7ee857258674b138a345926551e71f50.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: engravers mt;">Alexandra Rose Pretorius</span></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Ares<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Approaching the Gates<br/><strong>Company::</strong>None-->Open<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>June 20th, Morning<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Irritated approaching Pissed Off<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>See picture<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>Though it is not really mentioned, Lex is carrying a decapitated head<br/><br/><br/><hr/>The day of a ceremony...Ugh!  Lex hated days like this...but it wasn't just that she hated them.  No, days like this were actually painful for her.  The glee and good feelings everyone seemed to be having...the lack of anything war-related...it all kept Lexus in physical pain.  Pain which she couldn't avoid nor could she allow herself to show.  That's why she had left a few days ago.  The less time she had to spend around all this, the easier it would be for her.  But she also couldn't allow her God not to receive a gift, especially not when all the other Gods, including some non-Olympian Gods (whoever allowed them to bestow blessings...Ugh!) were receiving gifts from their chosen.  No, she needed to be here for Ares, to show him that though she was only one, she was all she needed.<br/><br/>So she waited as long as she could.  She watched a team of bandits who chose to hide in the woods around the camp.  Their emotions were enough to build a strong defense against the feelings of happiness she would be around when she returned to camp.  It wasn't until early this morning, before the sun rose that she snuck into that camp and snuck back out with the head of one of their leaders. Sure, she could have killed them all.  That certainly would have been fun.  She could have even waited until they were awake and ready for an attack.  That would have been even more fun.  But she only needed one gift for her God and she couldn't really afford to waste any of her built-up energies before she returned to deal with those damn festivities.<br/><br/>It was getting closer to when the gates were open when Lex stormed her way into the crowd gathering around those gates.  She wasn't wearing traditional ceremonial clothes, but that should have been no surprise to anyone who knew her, especially any of the elders.  Instead, she wore a fully leather outfit with cufflinks, knee-high boots, and a red cloak.  Her hair was greased from the days she had gone unbathed as she stayed in the woods and her eyes were surrounded in the same dark makeup she had been wearing the day she left.  What would have been even worse if her God wasn't Ares was that all of it was covered in blood.  As she stormed into the group, those who seemed to notice her "gift" had little to no hesitation in stepping aside and letting her through.  Those that didn't get out of her way felt the strong push she gave them with her shoulder as she forced her way through until she met up with some of the blessed she was more familiar with.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: engravers mt;">"Miss me?"</span></span>She said, cocksure.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: engravers mt;">"Did you really think I'd miss this?  A chance to remind Ares who the best God is..."</span></span>Under her breath, she continued,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: engravers mt;">"Or the best Blessed One..."</span></span>Anyone who knew her well enough would have known the last two sentences were just part of her act but there were few of those, even among those who called themselves her friend so she knew how her words would be taken.  Maybe she'd even manage to piss a few people off.  That would be great for her.