Somewhere in the tropics

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Hercules kept an eye on the sail as it shifted in the wind. This ship was bigger than the one he usually sailed, though it wasn't as large as the three-masted ship Ares had originally suggested (or demanded, but Ares wasn't getting away with many demands these days; it was fun watching him pout). And instead of doing the sailing himself, it was

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A breeze and the sliver of skin goosepimpled. Hebe tugged the wrap up, uncomfortable with her scar. She peered out at nothing, face away from both Herc and the black and brown floppy eared pup that was Ares.

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Irritated and having hid it for so long, Hebe reached her limit. It had not been her idea for Ares to accompany them, but her husband's. He respected the bond she and Ares shared; had once shared, she thought, looking down at the scar.

Ares looking contrite, and slightly bruised, hadn't made her any more inclined to bring him with them when Herc offered to take her away somewhere nice; Where she could just leave the infighting and power struggles to others, the rest, her mother whom she could feel about to spring into action.

Ares looking contrite and shifting into his puppy phase had broken her resolve, a little.

But now, as a small storm peaked the horizon and the joint on her hip ached in a way that was painfully mortal; Hebe's mind caught her cane and it began nudging and booting the puppy off her lounge, down across the deck and into the ocean.

All was not forgiven. All was not well. And the last thing she wanted was an inebriated dog trying to hump her leg in some deranged and animalistic form of penance.

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Hercules watched his wife with a faintly troubled frown. It wasn't that Ares didn't deserve a dunking, and more. It wasn't that he was going to try to stop her - not when she had that expression on her face. And it wasn't like Ares couldn't catch up, puppy-shaped or not.

"Um, Love?" Maybe he should bring her a little up to date on the reasons Ares had for avoiding Olympus, just at the moment.

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It took little of Hebe's power to direct the pup toward the boat's edge and over. Having relinquished much of his divine strength, and ego, when temporarily transforming into the canine shape, Ares is rather easily pushed around at present. Paddling feebly with runty legs, the puppy strains to keep his snarly, scruffy little muzzle above water.

"Blasted woman. There's barracudas in here!"

Needing a moment to focus his energies, Ares continues to swim as best as his current form permits while working toward transporting himself back on board. Though, he would not object in the slightest to some assistance from either blond, godly party.