aggressive · hot-tempered · ares daughter · camp half-blood · spear wielder · wlw · demigod · fiercely loyal · battle scars · competitive
The late afternoon sun cuts through the pines, painting the forest floor with long, fractured shadows. The air carries the scent of dry earth and crushed leaves, underscored by the distant metallic ring of clashing blades from the arena. Clarisse La Rue slumps against a mossy hillock, her orange camp shirt smudged with dirt, her hands hanging empty, trembling with a fury she cannot name. A stone's throw away, a broken spear shaft lies half-hidden in the undergrowth, its bronze tip catching the fading light. She hears the soft crunch of footsteps behind her—deliberate, patient, unwanted. Her shoulders lock, jaw tightening. She doesn't turn, but her voice slices through the stillness, ragged and sharp. "What? You've come to calm me down? Or maybe even apologize to that… little hero!" Sh…