Post by Chara Nicolaides on Mar 7, 2013 17:06:15 GMT -5
Perhaps what Chara loved so much about the woods was that few campers dared go in there. It was where the monsters were. And with so many demigods just being children who talked big, they wouldn't have the guts to stand against a monster and actually manage to keep themselves alive. Although, it was a pleasant thought that Chara stood as one of the strongest,and one of the oldest, campers and with her knowledge of fighting given directly from the Spartans, it was almost guaranteed that Chara could find a way to win nearly every fight. It depended who she was against, however. Not that that mattered too much. Chara could both sufficiently defend herself and kill. What she enjoyed most was how people tended to automatically underestimate her strength. Seeing as she was a rather small woman who could appear to be quite delicate, vulnerable and weak to some. It always came as a surprise to people when either alone or with her favored dagger, standing against Chara would always be an obvious mistake.
There was also some unusual peace Chara could find for herself here. That was exactly why she was here. Walking through the woods, at a fairly late time (dusk had passed, so Chara wasn't exactly sure about the hour), alone. It brought back so many memories and experiences that Chara had lived through over her years.
But here she stood. At Zeus' fist. Chara started to climb it, despite the difficulty. The girl was nimble and agile, it was certainly within her abilities. Nevertheless, within so long she found herself sitting on the top and admiring what she could see of the woods. In her hand, she held her dagger tightly. It was a good idea what with the monsters lurking, should one attack her then she would be able to keep herself from any harm. This was a good position to do so anyway. From here, she could probably see if any monsters were coming towards her. She wasn't scared, though. This sort of thing was nothing to her. The girl was confident. It was difficult to find anything that she was, honest to gods, afraid of. The only thing being the idea of failure. Something she just couldn't stand. It was probably her Spartan blood that could be thanked for that, though.
The girl closed her eyes and started to softly hum a tune from a medieval lullaby she once had to remember. It was evidently still so vivid in her mind, and every note she knew she was getting just right. It was a distraction from keeping her eye out for any monsters, but Chara kept listening carefully. Managing to listen for every movement of every living thing that surrounded her, as the tune went on. Of course, she was making herself known to all. But that didn't matter to her. Not at all. Just this moment of relaxing whilst listening out for anything that could propose a danger to her was absolutely perfect.
notes: ugh. I hope this is okay. xD
