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» Blood in the Snow, [atari]
Maddox Riley
 Posted: Dec 1 2013, 06:33 PM
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Madd climbed up into Bandit's saddle as the horse was already moving out of the stable; both horse and rider were eager to get going. It was a hellishly cold winter so far, and the one sure way to keep warm was to keep moving. Not that it really inspired Madd to get up any earlier or do his chores any faster, but it was nice to think about when he was shivering on horseback--soon, I'll be warm, if I just keep going.

And today, he had to move fast, because he had a task: Hestia, his favorite cow--the wanderer--had escaped again. His father had counted them up after he'd brought the cattle in and, of course, they were short one. It was always the same one; she was noticeable, with her distinctive, plaintive meeeuh, almost annoyed that she had to be around all these other animals, that she didn't get to do what she wanted.

He clicked his tongue and set Bandit cantering, then swiftly galloping, out to the fields where he had last left Hestia. It was easiest to start there, though he was sure she was long gone by now. Hestia was a master escape artist; it was likely she'd found fault in that old fence again--it had never been right since they'd come home from the Sectors, not even after several mendings, and she was constantly finding any way to escape. Usually, it took a few hours to track her down--in somebody else's fields, or hiding in a neighbor's warm barn.

Unsurprisingly, he found the fence post knocked down again, and clear tracks in the snow. With a sigh, Madd clicked Bandit on, following the tracks from a few feet away…but then, after a few hundred yards, they led out towards the edge of the neighbor's pasture and towards the treeline. That was odd--Hestia wasn't usually one to wander in the forest, normally preferring to stick to wherever the grass was greenest and most delicious. Brow furrowed, Madd slowed Bandit down and turned him to follow the tracks, making sure it was the same trail as he went, his eyes glued to the ground.

It was after another couple hundred yards that the tracks grew erratic--oddly spaced apart, weaving back and forth and then, just as Madd was beginning to wonder what the hell had happened with Hestia, he saw it--the first splatter of blood, stark red against the bright white snow. His heart sank, and he sucked in a breath; blood was no good, not from a cow already weaving erratically.

And towards the woods, too. It might have been wolves…but no, he couldn't assume that yet, not until…

But as he continued to follow the trail, the blood became more frequent, every few steps, and in bigger pools--and then, suddenly, near the treeline, there was a huge cavity in the snow, as if someone had lay down to make a shape there--only this snow angel, as it would have been, was filled with blood and ended in a long drag mark straight into the woods.

There was no mistaking that. There had been a struggle here, and more than likely, it was a starving wolf pack that had taken advantage of a lone, wandering cow, defenseless and stupid as she was. Madd's heart twisted as he thought of her; Hestia had been one of his favorites, if not his very favorite of the farm animals--Bandit excluded, of course. She had far more personality than a cow had right to, and Madd had thought her funny, in her way.

He knew he shouldn't--it was dangerous still, that was certain--but Madd pulled Bandit to a stop and swung out of the saddle. Bandit whinnied and pulled back on the reins as Madd tried to lead him closer to the treeline, to tie him to a branch, and Madd couldn't blame him; the smell of blood was probably scaring him out of his mind, as the sight of it was Madd. Reluctantly, he let the horse go, and Bandit backed up a few paces, but stopped and waited; he wasn't the kind of animal to abandon his master.

"Hestiaaaa," Madd called softly into the woods, crouched low. "Hestiiiaaaaa…"

If there was any chance his poor cow was still alive, he had to make sure--if he could do anything to save her, or at least take her home to serve her family, where she belonged, then he would do it. Wolves be damned.

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Atari Brant
 Posted: Dec 1 2013, 09:14 PM
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(Omg poor Hestia </3 I'm so sorry ;_:)

Atari was mad. She didn't know what she was doing with her...with anything anymore! She'd wanted to stay in the Capitol, but eventually become bored. No one there ever really did anything. And they didn't treat her right! She thought she'd be be adored, respected, looked up to.

They fawned over her like....like a PET! It had taken her awhile to get a grip on what it was, but when she realized it, she'd fled the Capitol in stony rage. The Victors didn't accept her, the other Champions were as worthless as she was...and she was obviously above the regular district residents.

There was no where she could go. She didn't belong ANYWHERE. And she had no chance of redemption!

She held it all in of course. She couldn't let anyone know she wasn't perfectly...perfect. She practiced her gymnastics routine. She practiced her weaponry (for what? for what PURPOSE? There was nothing to practice FOR!). And then one day, when she was throwing rocks at bottles behind her house, there was a sound. Just a simple sound. But it was behind her. Sneaking up behind her. Someone sneaking up behind her, trying to get her, trying to get her because she was weak and she couldn't defend herself and...

She threw the rock with all her might.

Crack!

Atari stared at the blood. It had splattered. Its face was half gone. Smashed in. No more sounds. No more sounds. Fur (like feathers, like bird feathers) matted with blood.

She nudged it with her shoes, tilting her head to the side to watch the effect.

Dead cat.

Atari started laughing. It started as a snicker, but quickly escalated. Holding her sides, she laughed until it hurt. Laughed until her eyes stung with tears of mirth. When the laughter stopped, she straightened. Wiping her eyes, she smiled. She felt....

...better.

She got rid of the dead cat in the neighbors trashcan. Then she went upstairs and laid down. She stayed in her room for the rest of the day, sleeping like she hadn't been able to sleep since her Games. When she awoke refreshed the next day, it was as though she had turned back time. She was herself again. She had power over her thoughts, her emotions. Who cared what the Capitolites thought of her? Twitter brained idiots. What did they know? And she could be their pet, use that to her advantage. Somehow. She didn't know how yet, but she would. They'd underestimate her, and she'd destroy them. She trained, she practiced. She even talked to some other district residents. Deigned to allow them to talk to her was more like it.

A week later, however, she saw a bird watching her from a power line. Suddenly, fear bit her. She ran all the way home. Shaking it off as a weird fluke, she tried to get back into the swing of things. But Atari was somehow broken again. Angry. Afraid. Frustrated.

When the turmoil remained the next day, she knew what she had to do.

Atari packed her knives. Packed some other possible helpful items as well in her belt and in her bags. Then, leaving a lie of a note, she left. Somewhere far. Somewhere she could think. And maybe...well she'd think about that once she was there.

She didn't know why she got off the bus at district ten. Not at first. She was starting to feel anxious and maybe a little nauseous by that time. Deciding it was best to stay away from people in that state, she headed out away from people. Once the sounds died behind her, she felt a shiver run up her spine. She had grown up in One. She'd had a taste of the sectors...but this was different. This wilderness. Patrolled or not, this was almost like the arena. Or so it felt. Atari looked back the way she'd came and jumped.

There was a crow. Flying in the distance. Towards her. She shook. Feathers. Blood. Caaww. Cawwwwing. It flew over head, too far away. She was breathing through gritted teeth. Seething. It had to land eventually. Had to.

She followed it. Talons. Claws. Feathers. There was a wire in her hand. She'd choke all the feathers off it. She'd...

meeeuh

Atari whirled, her back to a tree as the great beast lumbered closer.

meeeuh

Great big dumb stupid beast. It would scare the crow away. She'd never get it now. Away from prying eyes. Away from cameras and Capitolites. Away from judges. Atari's mask fell. It was big sure, but look at how SLOW it was. And it was just wandering up to her. Her thoughts should have been angry, but they weren't. They were...longing. Wanting. She pulled out one of her knives.

She held her other hand out.

"Hello beauty," she whispered, her voice a soft murmur, while her eyes were alight with something else.

It came closer.

She couldn't let it get too close. Her hand fell, and she threw the knife.

Why did I do that? I could have just killed it in one stroke-

It screamed. Screamed. And it turned and it ran. Instead of charging it ran. She'd been half prepared to climb the tree to escape but it ran.

Licking her lips, Atari pulled the larger knife from the sheath at her side and went hunting. Everything blurred as she took the first few steps on the frosty blood splattered snow. Feathers. Cawing. Talons. Sharp hooks. Hunger.

Darkness.

Hestia!

Atari blinked. She stared down at the mess. Stared down at herself. Stood up. Back to a tree. So much blood. She stared down at her hand. Holding a knife. Covered in blood.

Hestia!

She looked to the side and froze. Something else. Fur. Something dead. She stepped closer to that thing...what...

Saw its face.

A wolf.

Chasing the cow. Wolves. Wolves dragged the cow. Wolves taking my kill...had to kill the wolves...

There had been three. There was one...where were the other two? She'd had to make them go away. And then she'd stabbed the cow. She'd felt so much better and...

"HESTIA!"

Closer now. Atari looked around. She could hide of course, but....

"Over here." She called out. What was the plan. She imagined someone stepping into the clearing. And then she'd stab them. No. That was ridiculous. She couldn't do that. She licked her lips. No. No that wasn't an option.

"I saw over here!"

Her hand tightened around the handle of the knife. She wouldn't hurt him. She'd explain what happened. A better version of what happened. And just when she was half convinced she would stab the owner of that voice the minute they appeared, something growled to her left and a wolf tackled her to the ground.

(if this is too crazy let me know.)

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Maddox Riley
 Posted: Dec 9 2013, 06:26 PM
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Ellie


Holy crap, so crazy! I love it!

Madd followed the drag marks and the blood into the forest, calling for Hestia as he went. There was a strange sound in the woods--like rustling, or perhaps more dragging--and then suddenly, he whipped around at the sound of a voice, of all the things.

Madd's eyes widened as he saw a girl there, short, dark-haired, sort of familiar-looking…she looked a little panicked, and Madd couldn't figure out why--what was she doing out here anyway?

"Who are you?" he asked, suspicious. His eyes flicked down to her hand too late, and he saw the knife; instinctively, he backed away--but before he could get too far, before he could really draw any sort of conclusion in his mind, something leapt out of the trees and tackled the girl to the ground.

Swearing like he never had before, Madd fell to the ground beside a tree, trying to keep out of sight; he didn't have a damn weapon to wield against the thing--as if he'd know how to use one if he did.

"Roll!" he called to the girl. "Roll--stab it!" Roll--why roll, when she had a knife?

He saw a large stick out of the corner of his eye and snatched it up; hesitantly, he stood and moved towards the wold. He didn't know what the hell he was going to do if the thing turned on him, but he couldn't just let it maul the poor girl.

"Hey!" he cried, and he raised the stick over his head and brought it down hard on the wolf.

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Atari Brant
 Posted: Dec 10 2013, 04:20 PM
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Atari managed to get one hand up, wrapped in fur and holding off the wolf just enough for powerful fangs not to sink into her shoulder. It made vicious, feral sounds that sent a stomach wrenching terror sinking through her. Still, she'd been trained for this. Her knee jerked up, and she tried to get leverage to kick the monster off. The hand holding the monster back held the knife, and she couldn't stab it or it might get a lucky bite in and end her.

She didn't listen to the boys incoherent babbling. District ten farmer trash...what the hell did he know anyway? She snarled at the monster trying to kill her. She was so stupid. Falling off guard just because she had made a kill...a couple kills. This was why she'd failed in her Games. This was why she wasn't a Champion. This was why she'd die like some gutter peasant in Ten.

The wolf yelped and for a moment its attention was turned. Atari immediately took advantage, kicking with both feet, one then the next in quick succession until it was flung slightly the side. She rolled towards the beast instead of away, bringing the knife out in a slash, then down on its neck.

Maybe it would have been faster if the wolf wasn't half starved, but already weakened as it was, Atari managed to make her hit true. Blood spurted anew across her neck, hands, arms, clothing.

Shuddering in exhalation, she looked up at the boy. Slowly, she smiled through a mask of blood.

"Thanks. That wasn't bad. For a Ten," she said, drawling a bit as adrenaline began to wear off and exhaustion waved over her.

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