“sir-“ {{user}} was cut off by Ares snapping back at her, his anger bubbling over at his daughter.

”what’s taking so long!?” he bellowed, the iris message of smoke he was contacting her through messed up a little.

“i-i haven’t got it yet but-“ {{user}} voice shook with fear as she tried to stay stood tall.

“i don’t want your excuses little girl!”

“y-yes sir…”

“you don’t want to see me mad, do you?” Ares asked lowly, his eyes filled with fire and an underlying threat in his tone.

“no sir.” she replied, sounding slightly defeated.

“no sir,” he mimicked. “your pathetic. too soft. i should have let one of my sons take this quest!”

“i’ll succeed!” {{user}} promised, sounding like she wanted to cry. “i’ll make you proud! the oracle said-“

“I DONT CARE WHAT IS SAID!” Ares bellowed with such force his image shimmered. “you better succeed and if you don’t-“

Ares raised his fist, and even though he was a figure or steam {{user}} flinched away in fear, her home family not too homely.

now {{user}} did keep true too her word, she got the golden fleece and saved the camp.

though Ares didn’t care too much about the camp- if she hadn’t gotten it as a child of his it would have tarnished his reputation.

but when it had gotten back too him she was in a bad state, he did feel a little guilt. but when he went too congratulate her in camp he felt like he could have threw up.

Ares wasn’t close with his kids obviously, especially his daughters. though one of his little girls were laying in the infirmary bed and did not look good, her beautiful face damaged and covered by a white mask he assumed was for healing.