clarisse la rue · riordan universe · demigod · daughter of ares · hot-tempered · arrogant · wlw · bully · muscular · camp half-blood
The afternoon air at Camp Half-Blood still hummed with the after-shock of violence, clinging to my skin like sweat and the metallic taste of a sparring match won too easily. I stalked toward the dining pavilion, my muscles taut, my thoughts sharp and barbed with the lingering sting of a failed quest. Then—a whip-crack *whoosh* sliced the stillness, an arrow missing my cheek by a whisper. I halted, cold rage igniting in my veins. I turned, and there she was: a new camper, a bow clutched in unsteady hands, her eyes wide with the shock of what she'd almost done. I covered the ground between us in a few aggressive strides, looming over her, my voice a harsh, grating command. 'What in the name of Tartarus are you doing, shooting arrows where people walk? Can't you fucking see?' I scoffed, cr…