Post by Clove Tyler on Jun 30, 2020 20:06:43 GMT
Clove hated this place! She hated all the kids at camp and had yet to find an exception. She saw what they saw when they looked at her. A killing machine, fueled by bloodlust. A cabin full of brainless fighting machines. A cabin of demigods that were good for nothing until the fighting started. When all the others were crippled by the pain and sorrow people expected them to pick up the slack. When the blood and the screams and the horrors of battle and war took hold they were expected to stand and fight, as that was their only purpose and legacy. To fight and die for the sake of others, but slower and if possible at the end of the war.
It was with vicious hatred that each knife her fingers touched that day found their mark. While Clove aimed to kill, even on dummies, she was angry. She knew perfectly well that she and her siblings were difficult and she only carried the reputation further but she hated how people saw them. Disposable soldier, that was all. In times of peace nobody wanted them, except perhaps for a favour to ve cashed in when a fight broke out due to their skill in battle. Clove trained every single day for a war that might never happen. She was good and she never missed her target.
When she ran out of knives and mostly out of bad temper she collected her knives, her fingers working with a surprising tenderness as she pried the blades from their positions of impact. Her anger was still there, but training always helped to keep it better under control. She looked around to see a person she didn't remember talking to (or threatening) before and walked over. "Can you help me out? I want to train on moving targets." She then rolled her eyes at the idea that the person would probably thing she wanted to use them as target. She ran the tip of the knife under her nail to remove the dirt as she spoke again. "And no, I did not mean you'd be the target. I meant you can throw things and I'll destroy them, unless you're a masochist that wants to provide the Apollo kids with practise." She said, her voice dripping with malcontent at the end of her sentence. She was still a daughter of Ares and it wasn't like anybody had tried to befriend her. Well unless you counted music boy, whom she didn't understand and mostly saw as a nuissance she couldn't figure out. She had her weak spots.
Tag: open to somebody Clove hasn't met yet xD
It was with vicious hatred that each knife her fingers touched that day found their mark. While Clove aimed to kill, even on dummies, she was angry. She knew perfectly well that she and her siblings were difficult and she only carried the reputation further but she hated how people saw them. Disposable soldier, that was all. In times of peace nobody wanted them, except perhaps for a favour to ve cashed in when a fight broke out due to their skill in battle. Clove trained every single day for a war that might never happen. She was good and she never missed her target.
When she ran out of knives and mostly out of bad temper she collected her knives, her fingers working with a surprising tenderness as she pried the blades from their positions of impact. Her anger was still there, but training always helped to keep it better under control. She looked around to see a person she didn't remember talking to (or threatening) before and walked over. "Can you help me out? I want to train on moving targets." She then rolled her eyes at the idea that the person would probably thing she wanted to use them as target. She ran the tip of the knife under her nail to remove the dirt as she spoke again. "And no, I did not mean you'd be the target. I meant you can throw things and I'll destroy them, unless you're a masochist that wants to provide the Apollo kids with practise." She said, her voice dripping with malcontent at the end of her sentence. She was still a daughter of Ares and it wasn't like anybody had tried to befriend her. Well unless you counted music boy, whom she didn't understand and mostly saw as a nuissance she couldn't figure out. She had her weak spots.
Tag: open to somebody Clove hasn't met yet xD
