Evil, Twisted and Scandalous [Skye]

white lace and promises,

Denica had been lounging around Kronos' camp since that one fateful day... Oh, you mean to tell me you hadn't heard? Denica had flaunted her story to everyone she came across at this camp. 'Oh, yeah, that was me. I'm the one that released those manticore into that wretched Camp Half-Blood,' she would say, her ever present grin plastered on her face, but more evil, her shoulders slightly more back, her spine straight. This was not the Denica people once knew. Sure, she was a troublemaker, but she had not done something to this scale. It was a little frightening, to think the girl who stole things stole people's lives too. She had transformed into a monster, a monster who was proud of her selfish, impure acts.
Denica was hanging around the large bonfire near the main tents, keeping her palms warm. The nights had become colder, and she wouldn't die so fast. The most beautiful girl Denica had ever seen walked into a tent, and upon reading the name at the top of the tent, she froze. Perses. If this girl was the daughter of a Titan, she was way out of her league. Even so, her beauty already shot that horse in the face.
Denica kept a steady eye on the young woman, and once she sliced through that monster, she almost wanted to cheer for her. She was magnificent, brilliant, graceful. Denica smiled at the girl, wishing she knew her name. She feared, however, she would dismiss her without a second thought and slice through her in a second.
Against her better judgement, Denica stood up from her place in front of Kronos' tent, and approached the girl. Thank god she had decided to dress nicely. Denica was wearing a tight silk tank top, low cut, fitting well, and around that, a comfortable dark blue sweter, tight as her shirt, but also bringing out her deep blue eyes. Denica was wearing short shorts, as all girls were wearing this time of summer. Denica accompanied her outfit with her sword, and engraved scabbard, and attractive high heels that complimented her toned body. To put it frankly, Denica looked... Sexy. Frightening, but sexy nonetheless.
"My name is Denica. It's a true pleasure to meet you. And who might you be?" Denica inquired. She was entranced by the girl in front of her, everything from her eyes to her hair, to the way she stood her ground. It was amazing.

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white lace and promises,

Denica wasn't used to being dismissed so easily. She wanted to be recognized, she wanted people to chase after her. Instead, Denica was tempted to chase after this girl. For some odd reason, she was compelled to. There was something special about her, different. It was a good kind of different, though. She was determined though, to find out what that was. She wouldn't let someone so special get away.
"Wait. Why are you in such a rush? Come relax! After all, soon, we will win this war against those stupid children at that camp." she said, suggesting Azrael should come and sit with her by the fire. She hoped she would agree to this, but seriously doubted it. The girl seemed to not care for much... But she was fierce. She liked girls who were fierce, and could match her strong personality.
Her mind wandered to Jason, and what he had been up to. After she left camp, she hadn't heard much from him. She hadn't heard much about him anyways, but she couldn't help but remember her old boyfriend, the boy she had fallen in love with. The boy who kissed her beneath a waterfall. The one who wrote on the freedom wall with her. The boy who was the first one to actually get inside of her emotions. He had turned her rock solid heart into one that was open to emotion, and actually craved it. Like she craved talking to Azrael. Her beauty was entrancing, her power hypnotizing, almost.
Denica averted her eyes back to the fire, running a hand through her blonde curls. Her hair glided down her shoulders in a rich color, shining against the fire. Her deep blue eyes scanned the area surrounding the fire, realizing for the first time Azrael and her were alone, except from the few monsters that skirted around the edges of the four tents. It was funny, how Denica had once been afraid of these monsters, but now called upon them to help her, to do things for her. She once feared Kronos as well, but she realized there was nothing to fear. After all, he had only wanted the same thing she did.
She had now begun to do as much as she could to help the people here. She had worked for awhile, and she was tiring. Denica had come around to the tents to see if there was anything she could do, and when realizing everything was taken care of, she had taken to relaxing, sitting against a log by the fire.

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Denica Kalehla