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Post by toughgirl on Jul 4, 2009 20:24:25 GMT -5
wwwwwow
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Post by megatude on Aug 4, 2009 16:31:26 GMT -5
Hercules always rose to meet the sun. Sometimes earlier, beating the fiery orb before it shuffled places with its night-time counter-part. After being raised on a farm for a good 2/3 of his life, such a habit had become natural and ingrained into his daily routine. So he always had the advantage of an early start, rising before most others even stirred from the last stages of sleep. Which is why it surprised him when a figure came to the stadium at such an hour. This was where he usually came when something weighed heavily on his mind. It gave him the chance to think on his own without Phil's constant nagging. It had everything he needed to practice and improve his continuous training drills. Taking a deep breath to focus his determination, he charged strong at the wooden vault, his speed increasing with each stride. He jumped, gripping the vault on either side, sailing through the air and performed a flawless, triple aerial somersault, before landing square on his feet without so much as a wobble.
Meg heard the rushing of feet as she approached the stadium, could almost feel the earth beneath her feet quaking with each powerful footfall. When she stood within the arched entrance, witnessing the hero as he performed his spectacular stunts, she quickly fell back into the shadows, standing-by to watch. She had a keen talent for keeping herself hidden when needed.
As Hercules regained his balance, he nearly leaped out of his sandals when a burst of applause shattered still morning. He whipped his head about, searching out the source, ashamed that he'd let his guard down. His nerves were on end, fearing it was a crazed early bird fan about to run him down. Still clapping, Meg emerged from hiding, stunning Hercules in his place, she was the last person he'd ever expected to seek him out. A small part of him, in the back of his mind, wished that she was here to run him down.
"Bravo, Wonderboy."
The hero's cheeks flushed. "Meg!? Wh..what're you doing here?" Not that he really cared for her reasons, he was just excited to see her.
"I was actually hoping we could get some shooting lessons in today." She shrugged off the bow. "Ya know, you really should consider going out for the Olympics. You'd certainly qualify in my books." They were, after all, rooted in Greece. Judging from what she'd just witnessed, he'd undoubtedly dominate ever event with a flurry of Gold Medals. Herc looked downcast. It would be an unforgettable experience, for sure, but with his blessed abilities he knew it would be unfair to the other competitors if he participated.
"Phil would like me to sign-up, he thinks it would be good for the public outlook. But, I have a responsibility to protect the people of this fair City-state."
Meg blinked. This guy was full of surprises, never fully playing the part of the star celebrity that he obviously was. She honestly didn't know what to make of him, always shattering her expectations of a male figure. She smirked. "You're weird, Wonderboy, but in a good way. So, how about that lesson?"
He nodded enthusiastically. "Sure!" Phil wouldn't like it, but he'd still be exercising, in a way. Either way, being with Meg outweighed the trivial expectancies on Phil's daily list of requirements. "I'll get things set-up." Since the stadium was readily stocked with the necessary weapons and equipment, it took little time to pre-pair a make-shift range.
As Meg released shot after shot, Hercules stood-by, offering support and advise when the situation required, even though she was doing very well on her own skill. After a few group-sets, he thought now would be a good time to turn the tables and let the teacher become the student. When Meg's quiver lay empty, she went ahead to retrieve her arrows. Gripping their stiff feathered tips, she smoothly removed the embedded, sharp, arrow tips from the wooden target. As well as those stray, mangy arrows that somehow strayed off course and lay sitting innocently in the dirt. After she refilled the quiver, she gratefully handed it all back to Hercules, stretching and rolling her stiffened arms. To his astonishment, he noticed her bearing the cloth he'd torn for her, from his own clothing, wrapped neatly on her forearm. This pleased him greatly.
"Did that wear you out?"
"No", Meg grunted, reaching behind her back and raising her arms as high as her body would permit. "Not really. I like it. The feeling of fatigue in your muscles." She was having casual conversation with the young hero, like one would converse with a....friend. She physically had to take a step back and remember what type of creature she was dealing with here.
"So, Meg, I was wondering, if you're not too tired, maybe we could go over some combat moves?"
Meg was about to politely decline, which was another shock. When was she ever polite to a guy? Then again, she did promise, and, though she hated to admit it, she was having fun. She grinned mischievously. "Sure. Why not? We'll start off easy, I wouldn't want to hurt you."
Herc smiled with the same playful glint. "I'd appreciate it if you did." He instinctively took a step toward her.
Such exchanges were becoming more and more frequent with each moment they spent in each other's company. Right on cue, before things got too serious and heavy, Meg's hard core resilience kicked-in with all its fury and slapped her across the face.
"Right, then, let's get started."
(Guess what, I got a bad review on Fanfic.net. You all still like it, right?)
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Aug 5, 2009 23:25:51 GMT -5
Someone gave you a bad review?!?!?! Tell me who the jealous looser is so I may smite them! Your writing is terrific! Don't you dare let anyone tell you different.
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chroniclesofsparta
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I keep following on the right note whenever i hear your voice:]
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Post by chroniclesofsparta on Aug 7, 2009 11:16:26 GMT -5
Calm down. They might see this ...comment:|...Like what you said in the other thread that day. ... It includes Bambi. ...
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Post by megatude on Aug 29, 2009 22:21:04 GMT -5
Back to business. Any hint of light-hearted feelings were erased as Meg fell into her competitive nature, she was back in her mastery arts. 'Let's see what this muscle man's got!' She hiked her skirt up to her knees and gathered the loose fabric into a secure knot, so her legs would be able to move more freely without herself tangled up in her dress. Herc blanched, trying his best not to stare at the alarming sight of Meg's bare, ivory legs. When she finished, she stood upright, just in time to notice her student's head turned distractedly, intently, toward the sky. She looked down upon herself, instinct relaying his obvious discomfort. 'This guy must have lived an awfully sheltered life on that old farm', Meg thought, smiling to herself. But this respectable trait made him who he was, and it was starting to grow on her. She cleared her throat.
"Oh, ready?" Making it a point to avert his gaze from her shapely legs. Though, what did it matter where he looked? Every part of her was a sight to behold.
"When you're standing toe-to-toe with an opponent, the most effective technique to adopt in such situations is something we like to call, 'close quarters combat' or CQC for short." Adapting to role of instructor, she circled 'round her student with a very strict pose; right hand grasping the left wrist behind her stiffened back. "It's a series of calculated punches and blows while still maintaining one's defenses." Ceasing her rounds, she halted to face him, her eyes cold and concentrated. Herc, as always stared on nervously, unsure how to interpret what she had in store for their combat lesson.
With lightning fast dexterity, she struck out at him, throwing her fist toward his vulnerable, open face. She connected with his cheek, though not at full strength. She was, after all, engaging a student in his first lesson. The hero didn't even flinch, feeling virtually no pain from the blow.
"Oh, sorry", Meg apologized, a bit embarrassed. "I guess I got a bit carried away."
"Don't worry about it", he chuckled in good humor, massaging his cheek out of human habit. Though being the strongest man alive, he was still half-mortal. His physical body was still prone to its limits, with the capacity to bleed, bruise, and feel pain to an extent, like all mortal beings. But after seeing this move performed, he was confident it could be predicted and ultimately avoided.
Meg had never encountered a male opponent that hadn't kept a grudge against her at having the upper hand, for the simple fact that she was a girl. Hercules didn't appear offended. He actually looked quite eager to continue. The more she got to know him, the less she understood. Cause, let's face it, Herc was not your typical average male. She struggled to ignore his growing attractive qualities and proceed with the lesson. "Right then", composing herself. "That's one good thing to remember; always keep your guard on high alert, no matter who's company you're in. There's always a chance someone's going to test you."
Herc looked troubled. "But surely this can't include your friends and loved ones. They're the people that hold your trust sacred."
"There is always the exception", Meg scoffed. But before he could question her opinion, she abruptly changed the subject, folding her arms. "Hit me."
That was a definite shift of the tide. Herc took a step back. "What?!"
"Try to hit me", she repeated. "Don't worry, I guarantee you'll miss." Her voice was dripping with confidence.
The hero's heart plunged into the depths of his stomach. Never before had he been requested to strike a girl, such actions were the works of a coward. And the fact that she was requesting him to do so, was even more puzzling."I....I can't do that, Meg."
She understood his reluctance, it went against the code of ethics that he'd grown-up with. She secretly admired his respect. But how was she suppost to teach and instruct him with his reluctance to get physically involved? She couldn't think of a male substitute to stand-in her place. Anyone that remotely qualified was indefinitely unavailable. She unwound her arms and dropped them at her sides.
"Try not to think of me like that. Try to see me as an opponent. This is nothing more than simple sparring, no one's going to get hurt......" She smiled, full of humor. "You have my word."
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Aug 30, 2009 17:54:04 GMT -5
Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhh!!!! That was great! When's the next part coming?
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Post by toughgirl on Aug 31, 2009 11:09:59 GMT -5
I WANT TO C HERC TRY TO PUNCH MEG! OMG OMG OMG! ITS MY DREAM COME TRUE HERC VS. MEG! well not really... -_-
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Post by megatude on Oct 3, 2009 20:43:12 GMT -5
Hercules still wasn't sure, and he definitely didn't like it. But Meg was very insistent that this was the best stratagem to teach him. She seemed to know what she was doing, since he had watched her practice before. Still, the whole thing made him sick. He gritted his teeth, bearing his profound reluctance, curled his fingers into a loose fist and swung.
Meg easily dodged his weak attempt without hardly shifting her stance. She smoothly swept a leg past his feet, tripping the hero into the dirt.
He grunted as the air was expelled from his lungs. He pushed himself up into a seated position, shamefully, a little surprised that Meg was able to overtake him, a much larger being.
She stood over him now, a tower of confidence. "THAT was for not taking this lesson seriously. You call that 'love tap' a punch?!"
He flinched slightly on her choice of words.
"I know what you're thinking...."
Herc gulped. He sure hoped not, trying to avoid the blush creeping into his face.
"You're trying to work out how I; a much smaller person than yourself, could possibly take you down with very little effort."
He bowed his head, slightly ashamed of his closed mind.
"It's because I used your force against you. Also, you let you're guard down because you felt the odds were in your corner." She bent down closer to emphasize her words. "Expect the unexpected." She reached a hand to him. "Now, are you ready to try again, for real this time?"
Herc nodded and smiled in good sport. He accepted her hand to ease him to his feet. As his hand slid into hers, he couldn't help but notice how smooth and soft her palm was. Now he definitely felt the red in his features.
Meg was taken aback. For a moment, she relished his strong, firm grip cradling her hand. As best she could, she shifted back to the matter at present, drawing back her hand and absentmindedly wiped it on her skirt. She whipped her battle-stray hair behind her as a grateful stall, shrugging off any distracting auras. "Fine. I'm going to demonstrate an escape move, to further prove that appearances can be deceiving. It's obvious that you....." waving a hand before him. "..could ultimately take me down in a toe-to-toe fight. But, with the skills I posses, I am still capable of escaping battle. Kay, now act like you're coming at me from behind." She turned her back to him. "Lock your arms around my waist."
Herc swallowed, sweat purging from his forehead in anticipation to embracing her, in a sense.
She looked over her shoulder when he hesitated. "Trust me, OK?"
Herc swiped his palms on his tunic in an attempt to erase the perspiration. He averted his eyes as he reached out to trap his victim. Out of sight, out of mind, right? At least that was what he was hoping for. Not true, in this case. The hero bit his lip as a way to distract his mind. This was all dejavu from the other day during the Archery lesson.
As long as Meg felt she was the one in control, instructing and giving directions, she could handle him being so close. "Now, I'm going to demonstrate how I break away. Tighten you grip a little, but not so much that you smash my ribs to pieces."
"Okay...." He acknowledged shakily, squeezing his eyes shut as he tightened his hold. He felt a significant change in temperature about his torso compared to that of the air around him, where their bodies met. He struggled to keep his mind focused and away from dangerous waters.
"As promised, I'm not going to hurt you, but there might be some necessary roughness." As neatly as she could, Meg slammed her foot onto Herc's. Catching him by surprise, his grip on her slackened, as was expected. While vulnerable, Meg broke completely free from his grip. She swung her left leg back and around so that she now stood behind him. Before he could comprehend what was happening, Meg bent out her opponent's knees, causing Herc to loose his balance and fall backward in a panic. Purely out of human instinct, to right himself upon his slipping feet, he reached out for anything his fingers could grasp in order to brace himself. And the only thing that was conveniently at hand was Meg. He caught the loose fabric of her skirts and pulled her down with him. Herc landed unceremoniously on the flat of his back. Meg soon followed, meeting his chest, both grunting upon impact, the wind knocked out of them. Catching his breath, Herc opened his eyes expecting to see colored stars flare. Instead, not four-inches from his, hovered Meg's lovely face, still shaking off the disorientation.
"Ooohhh, crash landing", she moaned as she pressed a hand behind her neck. Only when her head cleared did she dare expose her purple eyes to the light. Their gazes locked, unblinking, the warm breath of one mingling with the other in a puffy cloud. Neither moved. Herc, especially, making a conscience effort to lie still as a corpse. His arms lay at his sides. The temptation to close her arms around her waist and hold her against himself was aggravating, his fingers clenched and pried at the dust beneath his finger-tips with a slight tremble. He prayed she could not hear his fluttering heart as it battered against the breastplate that adorned his chest excitedly. He felt the urge to stretch out his neck and claim her lips with his own. Still, knowing that such a forward gesture would spell ultimate disaster, he withheld himself with great effort, pressing his lips together for good measure. Eyes half closed, Meg wondered if maybe she'd received a concussion, for she was having trouble keeping focused, her mind in a haze. Her brain finally snapped at attention, bailing her out at the last minute. Using the hero for leverage, Meg pushed herself off from Herc's chest. In doing so, her hands sensed the powerful strength within his armored plate. It felt structurally solid. A flash of fire and color erupted upon her pale features as she stood abruptly, taking a few steps back to put some distance between the two of them. Herc looked on, propped up upon his elbows. Meg turned away, her billowing hair keeping her expression hidden within its shadow. She must have been working too hard, because she felt terribly flush, like she was running a high fever. 'What's the deal?' she complained inwardly as she began to fan herself with desperation in frantic waves. 'It's practically Winter and it feels like I'm sweltering in a sauna.'
Finally getting to his feet, Herc watched her with deep concern. "Are you alright, Meg?"
She continued to feel the furry of her blush as she shifted from his inquiring eye, using both hands to suppress the heat.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
'Where's the Ice Age when you need it?!' "No", she assured. "I'm fine."
Shamefaced, the hero looked downcast, fiddling nervously with his fingers. "I'm sorry. I messed up everything."
She was surprised by his lack of confidence within himself. Meg turned, thankful that she was recovering due to distraction. "What makes you say that? It was an accident."
He scoffed. "With me, it's always an accident. It's like a curse."
The heat returned, but the cause was contagious. Herc's frustrations was obviously catching, because Meg was certainly feeling it. "Alright, that's enough!"
Stunned by her sudden outburst, his head jerked up, surprised. His expression aghast.
Meg stood firm, fists planted into the grooves of her curvy waist. "This has got to stop NOW. It doesn't do any good to feel sorry for yourself. Wallowing in self pity gets you nowhere, it accomplishes exactly nothing. When you say 'I can't', that's the time to prove yourself wrong and defy the odds." Meg was almost impressed by herself. "Look at all you've done so far. I remember you telling me once that your peers used to look down upon you, with teasing and mockery. But now, that world has spun on a different axis. Those who once ridiculed and humiliated you, now envy and admire you. So you have no cause whatsoever to doubt yourself." Why she'd said those things, she didn't know. Maybe it was that pity thing again. Who knew? But it did have its positive effects:
Herc could see her point, and it gave him a whole new perspective. He had made a difference, despite what many others thought of him. It also brought him great strength to know that this woman had faith in him, his attraction toward her increased ten-fold. Though, something had bothered him about her speech; The earth spinning? How could such movement be possible with the planet's awkward shape? Having been taught that the earth was as flat as Pita Bread. But such misconceptions were of little concern. He felt the powerful urge to go to her. "Meg.....I....."
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Oct 4, 2009 16:50:18 GMT -5
Ha ha! Oh, I love it! Very funny and also kinda sweet. Some of it reminded me of the movie "Miss Congeniality."
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Post by toughgirl on Oct 4, 2009 21:45:40 GMT -5
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRG!!!!!!!! MEG......I.....WHAT?!!?!? its kinda like those shows were they go to commercial when ever something exciting's going to happen! arg, that angers me....but really its a great story
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Post by megatude on Oct 28, 2009 16:33:43 GMT -5
Ready for more?
He wasn't sure what to say. And it wasn't necessary. For an urgent disturbance reeked the silence, killing the moment. It was a sound like none that Meg had ever heard or care to hear again. It was like a mixture between the majestic screech of a Hawk, and the ill caw of a graveyard dwelling Raven. Meg knew she'd regret asking, but curiosity was a difficult asset to overcome.
"What was that?!"
The horrified scream of distressed mortals soon followed. The hero's face crinkled with serious determination. Time to go to work. The inhuman cry was something he thought he recognized, but he didn't want to alarm Meg.
"Nothing good." He raced to retrieve his sword and scabbard that he'd set down where he began his workout upon entering the stadium. His hands ran smoothly, without pause, as he tied the leather scabbard about his waist. There was no room for error or complications when lives were at stakes. As Hercules sped toward the sound of chaos, Meg moved as if to follow. Before exiting the arena he turned back to leave some final instructions.
"Stay here!" He told Meg. His voice was firm and profound, like the time he'd pulled her free from the burning barn. He brought two fingers to his lips and whistled sharply for Pegasus knowing the sound would reach his sensitive ears, never pausing to wait for her reply.
Her eyes bulged in surprise then decreased to dagger slits as she watched the hero fade from sight, off to the rescue. Did that MAN just order her to remain behind, like passing a command to a dog?! Nobody ordered Meg around, leastwise a MAN. With nothing but adrenaline, a morbid twist of curiosity, plus a hint of spite to indicate her Independence, she followed the screams toward the battlefield. Excitement energized each step, pulverizing every nerve that circulated her body. Sure, there was danger and risk involved, but she just had to see the point of impact. Besides, how bad could these 'monsters' really be? This wasn't Hollywood after all. And who could top the title of 'horrific creature' that the goat-man, Phil, held in spades? Meg skidded to a halt at the first sign of chaos. The entire Theban population were scrambled about in a panic; Farmers frantically scurried to gather their scattered flocks, women hurriedly claimed their howling children. Everyone pushing their way to safety. While holding her place, Meg was shoved rudely out of the way, from those seeking escape. Finally taking an elderly man aside, she inquired;
"Hold on, dude, what's going on?"
The frantic gentleman slapped her hands away. "'What's going on?!'" He echoed, flabbergasted. "Are you insane, girl?!" She had to strain to hear him over the shouts and screeches.
"The Harpies have come to feed. Look!" He pointed skyward, toward a jumble of darkened sky. Without a second pause, the old man fled before before Meg could even ask what a Harpy was.
Growing tired of being shoved this way and that, she sought a more exclusive spot. Finding a vacant tree, that wasn't too high, she climbed onto its branches. The rushing of thousands of feet upon the cobblestones causing the trunk to vibrate under her grasp. From her point of view, though the creatures taunted their prey from the sky, Meg caught small glimpses of these 'Harpies'. They appeared to be birds, with a human-like head. The flock screeched again and dove into the mass, talons out. It almost reminded Meg of those ridiculous crane games back home. Except in this case, the claw easily picked-out its prize. The unfortunate victim happened to be the old man she had conversed with. The Harpy lifted the man off his feet, high into the air, gripping his shoulders. The man belched a pitiful cry, certain of his demise; the feast for a monster. Meg felt ill as she watched the creature climb higher with its struggling captive, clutching her stomach. She looked around, helplessly, agitation building. 'Now where is that.....' A blurred streak, poised and majestic, hurried toward the deformed bird, like a shot from a cannon. The height made the encounter difficult to make out, but she would recognize that shape anywhere. And the crowd confirmed it;
"Look, its Hercules!!" They erupted in relief.
Hercules laid flat against the wind as Pegasus pick-up speed, his hair and cape waving in the intense strain. When in the line of duty the hero's instincts took over, fresh adrenaline pumping his muscles into action. Experience, and his unforgiving coach, taught him never to face a battle with rage. Anger made it difficult to think clearly, more susceptible to making vital mistakes. It wasn't an easy emotion to force down, but the results made it worth the effort. With concentrated ease, the hero unsheathed his steel sword and raised the gleaming blade challengingly overhead.
"This is your first warning, beast. Either you surrender that man into my custody, or perish to the flames of the Underworld." Rule #43: Only use violence as a last resort. Try reasoning with your opponent.
The bird-lady scoffed, batting her dirty, mangled wings to stay aloft. "And let you claim this morsel for yourself? Forget it, boy. Though you look pretty delectable yourself!" She cackled, taking a snap at him with her beak shaped mouth.
Hercules easily dodged the strike. "Last chance", he declared, unfeigned. "You've provisions aplenty withing your confinement. Return to your volcanic island in peace."
The old man, still strung up by the Harpy's razor sharp claws, uttered a quick prayer to the gods for mercy.
"My sisters and I have lived of vermin for far too long", she complained. "Our bellies desire the soft, warm flesh of the humans!" She screeched a deafening caw, signaling her companions to the frenzy.
Wasting no more time, Hercules swung his blade, slicing off a pronged talon from the creature's leg. The Harpy squealed in pain, releasing her grip on her captive, letting him fall. Quick to react, Pegasus dove after the fast descending man, pressing his wings flat against his body, sliding through the wind. Situating himself beneath his fall, the hero caught the man in mid-air.
"Oh thank you, young man!"
Herc nodded, matters still dire, as other bird-women responded to the injured sister. "We're not out of the woods yet."
Several monsters came and swarmed about them, snapping and clawing for revenge. Hercules continued swiping with his sword, trying to drive them away so he could get the citizen to safety. Whenever one got too close to his hind-quarters, the winged horse struck out at them with his powerful hind-legs.
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Post by toughgirl on Oct 28, 2009 20:54:10 GMT -5
what about "meg....i....." AUGH?! write more...
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Oct 30, 2009 19:24:48 GMT -5
what about "meg....i....." AUGH?! write more... 2nd it! This is so suspenseful!!
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Post by toughgirl on Nov 1, 2009 21:34:12 GMT -5
luv this fanfic!
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Post by gliriel on Nov 2, 2009 1:16:35 GMT -5
I agree! It's incredible!
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