[Eurydice will not be petting and skritching, thank you. She'll be on Herc's back, pretending she's a chlamys and not drawing the massive creature's attention in any way. Peering out from behind the hero's hair, she stares with wide eyes as the fearsome animal does precisely as Hercules bids; panting and drooling and performing the most bizarre tasks.
When the hound flops to her side, all three heads with their eyes closed and jaws agape and even the serpent lying still, Eurydice can't quite believe their luck, and has to bite back her laugh lest the game be up.
Their path growing brighter with every running step, the nymph clings a little tighter to her hero, unwilling to have her grip be any reason for failure.]
Truly a son of the gods! [A whispered cry of approval as their goal looms ever closer.]
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When the hound flops to her side, all three heads with their eyes closed and jaws agape and even the serpent lying still, Eurydice can't quite believe their luck, and has to bite back her laugh lest the game be up.
Their path growing brighter with every running step, the nymph clings a little tighter to her hero, unwilling to have her grip be any reason for failure.]
Truly a son of the gods! [A whispered cry of approval as their goal looms ever closer.]