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[maximus]

It had been an interesting path for Maximus. He had been so hostile towards Xena but now he owed her a lot. If it wasn't for her he'd still be kissing the man's feet that murdered his son and wife. Well Ucat'e helped also. Now Maximus just wanted his old life back. He wanted his son and his wife. He knew he'd never get it back. No but he could get pretty close. Yes at times Maximus found himself attracted to the females around him but they were beautiful. Any man would. So Maximus just tried to brush it off. Maximus knew he had changed for the better and he doubted he'd ever go back to the old him. He had no anger for himself or for the others around him. He was finally at peace. Even though he wanted to ram a sword through him and kill himself so he could be with his family he didn't. It was almost like it wasn't his time to go back to them yet. So he didn't. Maximus rode his horse to the beach, his horse only had a headstall on.

He smiled as he felt the breeze roll over his face. He dismounted his horse as he stood at his side, looking out at the waves he chuckled. He said "Well what do you say about we join another army. Not Rome but another city?" His horse shook his head, snorting and looked at Maximus almost as if to tell him that he wanted nothing to do with war. Maximus chuckled again and stroked the horse's neck. He said "Yeah. I know." Maximus had his sword at his side. After all he was rarely without it. He shook his head and said "No more war unless its really needed." Rome was a thing in the past for Maximus. He no longer had the anger he used to have. No...well blood lust. He had no want to spill blood.

Maximus just stood there, the sun shining down on his face not to mention the breeze that was blowing slightly. It felt good to be changed.

[Hermaphroditus]

A delicate feminine form walked along the beach. She looked generally irritated, though he knew that even if he had found who he was looking for, or more information about her, she'd be just as frustrated as she was now. Hermaphroditus was hardly Ares, or even her mother, who had enough power to do something. Granted, Hermaphroditus would be able to make Xena more masculine or feminine, but it wasn't much.

Then she saw a man on horseback. Though Hermaphroditus wore a maroon velvet cloak that hid his wings, which she now had folded tightly across her back, the hood was down revealing a face that was neither masculine nor feminine, yet somehow both. She had an adam's apple, though only a slight one that was often missed, and a female body, yet something not quite female about the face and form. He looked at the stranger for a moment, then turned back to the sea.

"It is beautiful, is it not? The sea, and the sea foam it yields. A fitting place for a goddess of love and beauty to have risen from."

His voice, like her appearance, was neither masculine or feminine, but a strange blend of both.

[maximus]

Maximus had lost himself in his thoughts but was quickly snapped out of them when he heard a voice. His head turned to the stranger and he looked the person over. Interesting. It was...somehow a man and female. Maximus blinked a few times, confused at if his eyes were playing tricks on him. He slowly nodded, his eyes drifting back to the sea. He said "It is." He sighed softly, his horse was a bit interested in this new person. The large black stallion moved over and nudged the person gently, wanting a little affection from the new person. Maximus glanced over at the person again and asked "Who are you?" Maximus had never really paid attention to the Gods. Yes he believed in a few but never really cared for them.

They never seemed to help you when you needed them and only made life worse. So Maximus just stayed believing in what he could see. Maximus was a bit confused. Even if he didn't want to go back to Rome, he missed being a gladiator. Being on top of the world pretty much. It was a nice feeling though he wasn't sure if he could leave his life here. Oh it was so confused. Maximus just sorta wanted to go and see his family again though he knew he wouldn't get to see them. He might not even make it to the places where heroes go. He might just rot in hell. Wasn't that a lovely thought.

(Sorry for not replying right away. Christmas has got my muse on strike. So...he's...like a guy and a girl at the same time right?)

[Hermaphroditus]

((OOC: Yep!))

Hermaphroditus grinned when the horse nudged her, beginning to stroke the animal's neck. He liked animals, preferably small ones she could pick up and cuddle, but all were nice to have around. As long as they weren't violent.

"I am Hermaphroditus, and you?"

Her name was well known. Whether as a minor deity or from the word 'hermaphrodite', derived from his name, most correctly concluded, at least generally, who he was. Of course, the physical appearance and voice helped as well. Deciding that it was already obvious who he was, and since his wings were getting cramped, Hermaphroditus took off his cloak revealing a tunic and pants dyed pink with madder and tied off with a gold sash. Also visible were two fluffy white wings that were stretching to work out the cramp they had developed.

Hermaphroditus smiled gently at the stranger.

"It was getting uncomfortable under there. You know how it is."

Which, of course, he did not, unless he, too, had wings he was hiding. Cupid was more likely to know, though he rarely hid his own wings.