by Guest 6/27/2015, 10:21 am
clara had her whole training day planned out. she had already started the morning off right with a hot shower followed by some meditation and stretching. after that she went down to the mess hall to enjoy herself a kale smoothie along with a four-cheese omelette. the combination of the two foods left her feeling energized and with a lot of excess energy to burn. that's why she found herself where she was now: in the forest.
decked out in a pair of black running pants, a slim-fitting, pastel orange long-sleeved shirt, a small white pack that held two bottles of water and a field medical kit, and her favorite pair of la sportiva running shoes, clara was running along at a pretty decent pace. she hasn't been running for very long, a few months maybe, but she picked up a love for it pretty quickly. she now tried to go on a run every morning, rain or shine. the daughter of hermes was the type of girl who was in love with exercise and keeping herself fit. the feeling of pushing her body to it's limits was her cocaine. while clara wasn't one to shame her looks, she did enjoy seeing herself become more and more fit looking. her health was extremely important for her, especially in the world she lived in. sure, she had never even been in a fight yet, but there was still the chance of her being forced to at any second during the day, or at night for that matter. that's another reason the demigod liked exercising. it helped clear her mind and allowed her to focus and alleviate the symptoms of her adhd for a short time. if there was one thing that clara didn't like about herself, besides her pale skin, it was her adhd. she hated not being able to focus on things at all times and despised having her mind always flickering from subject to subject. if there was one thing she could change, that is, without a doubt, what she would clear herself of.
as clara ran, she mainly focused on her breath. in, out, in, out. occasionally the demigod would have to stop and take a look at her surroundings so she wouldn't get lost. camp was large enough as it is, but the forest was enormous. it was extremely easy to get lost if you didn't pay attention to the trails that littered the area. clara had gotten lost in the forest before and it was the most terrifying experience she had ever been put through. from that time on, she made sure that she never ran off of the beaten paths. running through the verdant shrubbery almost always meant that you would get lost, or worse. clara at the moment was jogging on one of the most well-trodded paths through the forest. another thing that she had to be looking out for were the various creatures that inhabited the forest. while there were many friendly creatures that called the forest their home, there were also many that wouldn't think twice about chasing down a tasty demigod snack. if there was one thing that clara did not want to become, it was that.
her mind was on autopilot. turn left, go straight then take another left. she had gone on this trail so many times that she knew every inch of it by heart. she may not have been running for very long, but it was still a path that she had been on many times; whether it be for capture the flag or a monster-hunting class. clara didn't exactly enjoy either, but she was forced to take part in both of the activities. fighting was not her thing, despite how fit she was. the phrase "she wouldn't hurt a fly" was very applicable to the girl. the daughter of hermes was about halfway through her run when she heard a loud shout to her right. the girl immediately stops and her head snaps toward the source of the sound. she couldn't see who had let out the growl, but it sounded very much like pain. disobeying her mind, clara starts to slowly make her way off of the trail and into the mess of plants, trees, and vines that called the sides of trails their home. she makes her way through the clutter carefully, making sure that she avoids any poison ivy plants or thorn bushes. after about two minutes of trekking, the girl comes across another majorly beaten down path. she could make out a shadowy figure struggling to stand up. it was definitely the shape of a human, a large one at that.
taking small and quiet steps, clara walks up behind the figure: male, jacked, and freaking tall. almost definitely a child of some god of fighting or whatnot. taking in a deep breath and preparing herself to dodge a punch if needed, clara taps the boy on the side. "is everything okay? you look hurt," the girl asks, her voice radiating kindness. clara had medical supplies in her pack and wouldn't think twice about using them on someone else. she was just kind of intimidated by this guy. he had at least twelve inches on her and could probably pummel her into the ground in a single hit. maybe poking him lightly in the side from the back wasn't the greatest idea after all.
Last edited by toast on 6/30/2015, 11:23 am; edited 2 times in total
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