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 Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 2:42 pm
"This winged god [Eros] rules ruthlessly throughout the earth and inflames Jove [Zeus] himself, wounded with unquenched fires. Gradivus [Ares], the warrior god, has felt those flames; that god [Hephaistos] has felt them who fashions the three-forked thunderbolts, yea, he who tends the hot furnaces ever raging ‘neath Aetna’s peaks is inflamed by so mall a fire as this. Nay, Phoebus [Apollon], himself, who guides with sure aim his arrows from the bowstring, a boy of more sure aim pierces with his flying shaft, and flits about, baneful alike to heaven and to earth." Eros; winged god of love and lust EROS was the mischievous god of love, a minion and constant companion of the goddess Aphrodite.The poet Hesiod first represents him as a cosmic who emerged self-born at the beginning of time to spur procreation. (See the Protogenos Eros and Phanes, for more information.) The same poet later describes two love-gods, Eros and Himeros (Desire), accompanying Aphrodite at her birth from the sea-foam. Some classical authors interpreted this to mean they were born of the goddess at her birth, or alongside her in the sea-foam. The scene was particular popular in art, where the pair flutter around the goddess seated in her floating conch-shell.Eventually Eros was multiplied by ancient poets and artists into a host of Erotes or Cupids, as they are commonly called in English. The one Eros, however, remained distinct in myth. It was he who lighted the flame of love in the hearts of the gods and men, armed either with a bow and arrows or else a flaming torch. He was also the object of cult. Eros was often portrayed as a child, the disobedient, but fiercely loyal, son of Aphrodite.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 4:29 pm
☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ☆ Ӎιяαη∂α Ҫαѕѕέ ★ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ✴ Đ α υ ɠ ђ ϯ є Я Θ ӻ Σ Я Θ Ș ✴"You can’t break the girl who thinks nothing of you" ⋯ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ 〖 Miranda 】 walked into her cabin. Still a bit empty... She shrugged. She didn't mind being in this cabin alone, anyways. Miranda walked into the bathroom, and began to brush her hair. "No one realizes the beauty of love, until they're caught in it"
⋯ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ Eros was a beautiful and very cunning small boy with wings. Eros was said to be born out of Chaos; according to another legend, though, Eros was the son of Ares, the god of War and Aphrodite, the goddess of Beauty, of whom Eros was the steady companion. Eros was the Greek symbol of love and desire. He was shooting magic, golden arrows into the hearts of both mortals and immortals, spreading physical desire but also numbness and pain. Eros himself was deeply in love with the Greek goddess Psyche, the goddess who incorporated human emotions.▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 4:44 pm
 ☽ɠɑɓϵ ɓʆɑϲӄɓʆɑȡϵ☾
"You have some seriously messed up ideas about death." "Hello?" Gabe knocked on the door gently, the wood slowly dying with every hit of his hand on the polished wood. "Miranda?" He called for the girl, then he eventually helped himself inside the nice cabin. "Oh.. there you are!"-------------------------------------------------------- Beneath the hills and wrapped in night, the cavernous plains below, the realm of Hades. Mystic Hades, Holder of the Keys of Earth, Incline Thy sacred ear, unlock Thy deep and adamantine gates, and bring abundant fruits to bear. All needy mortals pray to Thee, and You reply with riches from your hidden chambers. The seat of Gods, the basis of mankind is fixed upon Thine Avernean throne in the Underworld, Distant, unknown to rest, where darkness reigns, and destitute of breath, pale specters dwell. In dread Acheron, whose depths are shrouded, And Earth's stable roots are held secure, Thou determines the fates of the dead, heeding the council of Queen Persephone, Thy wife. In Thy black chariot, by sable horses drawn rapt over the deep, in the wondrous cave of Atthis, the wide gates display the entrance to Thy realm devoid of light. Thou shelters mortal souls in the comforting heart of Gaia, in the dark womb of Earth. Father of Dionysus, of subtle works, Thou alone are the author, visible and known. Teacher of Mysteries, Rapturous Lover, Power All Ruling, Holy Giver of Hope, who delights in the hymns of sacred poets, Grant favor to the work of Your Priestesses and Priests, And rejoicing come, for Holy rites are Thine.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 4:54 pm
☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ☆ Ӎιяαη∂α Ҫαѕѕέ ★ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ✴ Đ α υ ɠ ђ ϯ є Я Θ ӻ Σ Я Θ Ș ✴"You can’t break the girl who thinks nothing of you" ⋯ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ 〖 Miranda 】 turned to look at him. "Yup." She bit her lip. She never really knew what to say around guys. She straightened up. "So, where exactly are we going?" She asked, eyebrow raised. "No one realizes the beauty of love, until they're caught in it"
⋯ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ Eros was a beautiful and very cunning small boy with wings. Eros was said to be born out of Chaos; according to another legend, though, Eros was the son of Ares, the god of War and Aphrodite, the goddess of Beauty, of whom Eros was the steady companion. Eros was the Greek symbol of love and desire. He was shooting magic, golden arrows into the hearts of both mortals and immortals, spreading physical desire but also numbness and pain. Eros himself was deeply in love with the Greek goddess Psyche, the goddess who incorporated human emotions.▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 4:59 pm
☽ɠɑɓϵ ɓʆɑϲӄɓʆɑȡϵ☾
"You have some seriously messed up ideas about death." "I'm not 100% sure... but that's the best part!" Gabe gestured for her to follow. "This way, to Euryas Creek!"-------------------------------------------------------- Beneath the hills and wrapped in night, the cavernous plains below, the realm of Hades. Mystic Hades, Holder of the Keys of Earth, Incline Thy sacred ear, unlock Thy deep and adamantine gates, and bring abundant fruits to bear. All needy mortals pray to Thee, and You reply with riches from your hidden chambers. The seat of Gods, the basis of mankind is fixed upon Thine Avernean throne in the Underworld, Distant, unknown to rest, where darkness reigns, and destitute of breath, pale specters dwell. In dread Acheron, whose depths are shrouded, And Earth's stable roots are held secure, Thou determines the fates of the dead, heeding the council of Queen Persephone, Thy wife. In Thy black chariot, by sable horses drawn rapt over the deep, in the wondrous cave of Atthis, the wide gates display the entrance to Thy realm devoid of light. Thou shelters mortal souls in the comforting heart of Gaia, in the dark womb of Earth. Father of Dionysus, of subtle works, Thou alone are the author, visible and known. Teacher of Mysteries, Rapturous Lover, Power All Ruling, Holy Giver of Hope, who delights in the hymns of sacred poets, Grant favor to the work of Your Priestesses and Priests, And rejoicing come, for Holy rites are Thine.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 5:06 pm
☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ☆ Ӎιяαη∂α Ҫαѕѕέ ★ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ✴ Đ α υ ɠ ђ ϯ є Я Θ ӻ Σ Я Θ Ș ✴"You can’t break the girl who thinks nothing of you" ⋯ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ 〖 "You sure are an optimistic one, at that, now aren't you?" 】 Miranda teased. She chuckled lightly, and set her brush down. She walked over to the door. "Alright. To the creek." "No one realizes the beauty of love, until they're caught in it"
⋯ ║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ ━ Eros was a beautiful and very cunning small boy with wings. Eros was said to be born out of Chaos; according to another legend, though, Eros was the son of Ares, the god of War and Aphrodite, the goddess of Beauty, of whom Eros was the steady companion. Eros was the Greek symbol of love and desire. He was shooting magic, golden arrows into the hearts of both mortals and immortals, spreading physical desire but also numbness and pain. Eros himself was deeply in love with the Greek goddess Psyche, the goddess who incorporated human emotions.▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 5:08 pm
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 9:44 am
 Yolanda Lane
Daughter or Eros
Yolanda entered cabin #28, the Eros cabin. She didn't expect to be the daughter of Eros. Probably that's why her mother had such a dreamy look when she spoke about her love.
Yolanda looked around the cabin. It was pretty empty, except for two campers, a boy and a girl. She hoped she didn't interrupt anything.
"Sorry, I didn't know that you were here," she said, feeling a little stupid. "I'll go, now."
She decided to go somewhere to train or anything, instead of eavesdropping on other people's chats.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:04 pm
Michael trotted up to cabin 28 (( or 29 or 30 )) with sheets of paper, nails, and a hammer. The papers read:
Bonfire Beach Party. All campers except Athena and Hades kids are invited. Ask a Dionysus kid what time the day and time the party will start.
Michael took the hammer and started to nail the notice on to the cabin. He trotted along to the next cabin.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 12:45 pm
Miranda walked back to her cabin, and shut the door behind her. Great day... She bit her lip, and smiled, as she sat on her bunk, and began to read.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 8:18 am
Miranda couldn't sleep. She finished her book and set it on a nearby table. Yawning, she closed her eyes and tried to relax.
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:24 am
Acorn bargged into the eros cabin!
"how can I be a child of eros?!?! I never had been in a relashion ship,I trashed my classroom when Caroline adopted me on valentines day and I wrote in big letters 'Love,who needs love??',man I need some sleep!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:35 am
☽ɠɑɓϵ ɓʆɑϲӄɓʆɑȡϵ☾
"You have some seriously messed up ideas about death." Gabe knocked on the door graciously. He was looking for Miranda, "I hope she's here..." he muttered to himself. -------------------------------------------------------- Beneath the hills and wrapped in night, the cavernous plains below, the realm of Hades. Mystic Hades, Holder of the Keys of Earth, Incline Thy sacred ear, unlock Thy deep and adamantine gates, and bring abundant fruits to bear. All needy mortals pray to Thee, and You reply with riches from your hidden chambers. The seat of Gods, the basis of mankind is fixed upon Thine Avernean throne in the Underworld, Distant, unknown to rest, where darkness reigns, and destitute of breath, pale specters dwell. In dread Acheron, whose depths are shrouded, And Earth's stable roots are held secure, Thou determines the fates of the dead, heeding the council of Queen Persephone, Thy wife. In Thy black chariot, by sable horses drawn rapt over the deep, in the wondrous cave of Atthis, the wide gates display the entrance to Thy realm devoid of light. Thou shelters mortal souls in the comforting heart of Gaia, in the dark womb of Earth. Father of Dionysus, of subtle works, Thou alone are the author, visible and known. Teacher of Mysteries, Rapturous Lover, Power All Ruling, Holy Giver of Hope, who delights in the hymns of sacred poets, Grant favor to the work of Your Priestesses and Priests, And rejoicing come, for Holy rites are Thine.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:46 am
 Miranda shot up from the couch, book still in hand. She sighed, and reluctantly got up from the couch, and quickly fixed her hair before opening the door, to see Gabe standing there. "Oh, hey." She smiled. "Sorry, I was... sleeping." She said, kind of yawning the last few words.
(( In the process of making a new layout and finding a new picture...))
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 6:49 pm
☽ɠɑɓϵ ɓʆɑϲӄɓʆɑȡϵ☾
"You have some seriously messed up ideas about death." "Hey" Gabe smiled. "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out." He blushed, he hadn't seen her in a few days and thought they should spend some time together. -------------------------------------------------------- Beneath the hills and wrapped in night, the cavernous plains below, the realm of Hades. Mystic Hades, Holder of the Keys of Earth, Incline Thy sacred ear, unlock Thy deep and adamantine gates, and bring abundant fruits to bear. All needy mortals pray to Thee, and You reply with riches from your hidden chambers. The seat of Gods, the basis of mankind is fixed upon Thine Avernean throne in the Underworld, Distant, unknown to rest, where darkness reigns, and destitute of breath, pale specters dwell. In dread Acheron, whose depths are shrouded, And Earth's stable roots are held secure, Thou determines the fates of the dead, heeding the council of Queen Persephone, Thy wife. In Thy black chariot, by sable horses drawn rapt over the deep, in the wondrous cave of Atthis, the wide gates display the entrance to Thy realm devoid of light. Thou shelters mortal souls in the comforting heart of Gaia, in the dark womb of Earth. Father of Dionysus, of subtle works, Thou alone are the author, visible and known. Teacher of Mysteries, Rapturous Lover, Power All Ruling, Holy Giver of Hope, who delights in the hymns of sacred poets, Grant favor to the work of Your Priestesses and Priests, And rejoicing come, for Holy rites are Thine.
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