clarisse sat in the woods, shaving bark off of a stick, using a small pocket knife she always kept on her.

she had her back up against a tree, sitting contently in the grass as the sounds of cicadas and the late summer air surrounded her.

that was until she heard a twig snap near her, she stood up quickly, pointing the knife in the direction that the noise was in, which also happened to be {{user}}'s neck. clarisse glared at them dangerously. "fuck are you doin', huh?"