It's all Grey to me (Open to up to three more)

A thick gale roared through the land, knocking leaves off of trees and ripping grass from the ground. Lightning cracked and thunder roared in the sky as it turned a shade of black not seen during the day. The wind howled, in a manner sounding akin to souls of the damned crying out for a release from their infernal torture. A man would appear out of seemingly nowhere,  accompanied by three others, who, after closer inspection, would be seen to have the hindlegs of a goat.

The man growled under his breath; he had miscalculated by a  matter of a hundred yards.  Reaching out, he gripped the goat-men and teleported again, this time inside the boundaries of the Camp.

Drake glanced around at the Camp before him, in an area free of the weather plaguing the outside world. Lightning flashed and several  Anemoi Thuellai wailed outside, their prey having escaped them. “So”, he began to say, “this is Camp Half-Blood.” He looked at the satyrs accompanying him. “Home sweet home.”

Perry was taking a walk, when he came to the farthest boundary of camp, where Thalia's Pine was, guarded by Peleus: Half-Blood Hill.

He saw a few of his friends accompanying a teenage boy. Obviously a new demigod. He approached them. Hopefully the new demigod didn't killed him.

"'Sup?" he asked the new demigod, "I'm Perry, a satyr." He wore his satyr-outfit, with two daggers hanging from his chest. His goat legs were not covered. Perry started chewing on the soda can he brought with him. He enjoyed it very much.

"So," he asked with a full mouth, "what's your name?" He gulped the can, taking another bite. He read the logo: Pepsi. This was good. He wondered where he could find more of these. He stretched and yawned, then realized it'd be polite to shake the new demigod's hand.

He stuck out his hand to shake.

Rhy sees a satyr and a new kid. He walks up to them and says, "Hi, I'm Rhyku."

Edward saunters up the hill. He was currently exploring the Camp, seeing as it was his first day. A group had congregated at the top of the hill. Interested to see what was going on, Edward climbed up the hill. He had already met the dragon that guarded the camp, so as he approached he patted Peleus on the head.
"What's up guys? My name is Edward. I'm kinda new here," he said with a grin. He noticed that outside there was some sort of storm monster. "The weather outside looks absolutely dreadful" he said, a grin plastered across his face.

Drake raised a brow as the interbred creature (Ironic, coming from a Demi-God) approached him and offered his hand. Drake stared blankly at the hand for a few seconds, considering whether or not he should allow this thing to touch him. Three of these "Satyrs" had escorted him to the Camp, so he should have been grateful, and yet he knew he would have found it anyways. One as powerful as he wouldn't have been stopped by the "Monsters" along the way.

Still, it would not help to make enemies right away. He reluctantly extended his hand and grasped that of the "Satyr". The three that had accompanied him muttered something about being welcomed to the camp, greeted the newest goat and then departed. Soon after two more people would arrive, the first of which would offer a banal greeting, the second an attempt at wit.

"My name is...Grey," the male would offer. "It is a pleasure to have made it to this camp." He glanced back behind him, beyond the coiled reptile. "I believe the weather may be, in part, my fault."

OOC: I'm guessing we're keeping a posting order?

ooc: Yup.

bic:

"Well, hello, Grey. That's alright." Weather, weather, weather. Could this guy possibly be a Zeus kid? Maybe that was a bit farfetched. Maybe he was a Briareus kid or someone along those lines, but Briareus was more sea. Perry couldn't think of any other weather gods or goddesses right now.

He looked at the new two. "Uhm, Perry. As you can see, I'm a satyr," he said to them, holding out his hand to shake to both. He inspected the weather, outside of the camp. Thank gosh for the border. That weather looked nasty. Like, not 'thunderstorm' nasty, more like 'Zeus unleashed all he could bring,' nasty, and that may not bring good signs to who this guy's parent was. Perry imagined Zeus could do bigger, but still.

He nervously shook his furry legs as it came closer to border. Hopefully it wouldn't like, break the border. Should he take this guy to Chiron?

"Rhyku." He shook the goat-man's hand. He let go and and and caught a mosquito on his arm. He burned it alive with a flame from his hand.

Edward grins at the party. He hadn't really met a Satyr before seeing as he had come to camp by him self. He wasn't really that powerful, having no powers. At least to the best of his knowledge he had no powers. He wasn't quite sure how most demigods discovered their powers. His father had had some sort of power, but that was more due to his mortal side of the family. He wasn't quite sure how it worked but so far Edward hadn't inherited it.
But this guy. He must have been some big time sh*t. Not someone you wanted against you. And if Edward was gonna make a friend his first day of camp, the bad*ss powerful one was the top of the list. He listened to each of the party's introductions before saying, "Nice to met you all. Is it your first day as well?" The question was directed at all in the party but mostly towards Drake who had captured most of Edward's attention. A gust of wind blew through the group, making Edward glad he had chosen to wear his jeans and leather jacket which were keeping him sheltered from the gale. This made him wonder if dangerous wind spirits was an everyday thing. So far this was the most interesting thing that had happened to Edward at camp. For a camp that was meant for Demigods, who's life was in danger every second of everyday, he was a little disappointed.

Drake watched the others react around him, keeping a neutral countenance, not that he ever really wore anything else. A person was weakest when they allowed their enemies to know what was happening inside their head. Most of the time, if he showed emotion, it was either fake or exaggerated. Grey did raise an eyebrow at "Rhyku", however, when he allowed a burst of flame to emit from his hand.   Despite his love for hunting down monsters or other immortal creatures, Grey was morally opposed to the killing of most creatures when their death was not necessary. Even so, he usually forgave others their folly, but Rhyku also used a power far beyond what was required to end the life of the winged insect. He made a mental note not to associate with this Demi-God.

Looking blankly at the one who identified himself as Edward, Drake said, in an equally blank tone, "As one would assume if they had witnessed anything that has transpired over the last few minutes, yes, today is my first day at this," he allowed his eyes to drift over the scenery, "camp."

As he finished his scanning, the grass beneath him took on a grey hue. Grey frowned, and looked up above his head, where a peculiar sight would have interested any who witnessed it. It was two crossed arrows, held in the maw of a silver wolf, who glowed in a light near-painful in its brilliance. Drake frowned, and looked at the people around him. "What color does that look like to you?"

"grayish silver. Looks like you are getting claimed. I.." he trails of. He looks above him and sees the symbol of pyriphlegethon. "Anyone know who's sign this is?" he points up.
Ooc mason gave me permission to skip his turn.

OOC: Should I wait for Mason?

ooc: Lol, I'll post after you and Odi, Trev. (: