The Bloodbath

always kept quiet
clenching my teeth
find me fighting the floor
raise me from my bones once more
you're way past praying for

The utter emptiness sitting beneath her skin as she rains destruction down upon this river of death is something that would bother Kiera as she was before she transcended her humanity and become something more that has the ability to dispense ruination indiscriminately and without mercy. After years of trying she has finally achieved Kaelen’s level of divinity, becoming a celestial form that feels neither pity nor mercy for lesser beings. For so long he told her that one day she would be capable of this status if she would only let go of the things that tethered her to human weakness, and it has finally happened. Her sisters, her parents, the Detective, they’re all so far away that their spirits can no longer touch her and hold her back by her heartstrings, freeing her to ascend to the greatest of heights and cleanse the world below of all she deems unworthy.

She remembers the first time she ever saved a wayward soul, the slow, deep river on the outskirts of One singing in both her veins and in the girl she held beneath the water’s lungs. The ethereal hymn of salvation and purity had bubbled over her lips of their own accord, something beyond the realm of human understanding that filled her to the brim with a sort of light that radiated outwards and left her with a sort of fulfillment she’d never experienced before. While that light is gone now, closeted away in the deepest recesses of her along with her mercy and her hesitation, Kiera finds a haunting melody flowing from her chest in a low, stormy alto, something deeper and darker than her usual songs, steeped in blood and carnage.

It is a lullaby for the souls that have been lost here and will be lost in the days to come, victims of either their own depravity or Kiera’s all-encompassing wrath.

{Kiera attacks Thesueus Rhodium with her Xiphos}
[dice=200+1000]
{Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage}

{Kiera acquires pliers}

always kept quiet
clenching my teeth
find me fighting the floor
raise me from my bones once more
you're way past praying for

As she snatches the small white plastic box floating by, the red cross on the front marking it as full of medical supplies, Kiera comes to the realization that the waterlogged backpack slung over her shoulder is nearly full. While it’s true that she has all she really needs to survive in the pack, the wealth of goods at the Cornucopia sings to her enticingly, sunlight glinting off shiny-sharp metal and everything she could ever want to live in relative comfort through this Capitol-crafted hell. She had grown up being warned of the consequences of greed, and yet her thirst for more, more blood, more destruction, more death, has gone un-sated. In the Arena the vast majority of tributes are mere mortals fighting to scrape by, but Kiera can see through the carnage that she and her alliance have been elevated to something beyond their fragile perception, paragons of might to be feared and heeded.

That heap of riches could be theirs to command, to dispense among themselves at will and mark them as the supreme rulers of their hard-won Olympus, and she intends to make that idealistic vision a reality. The water around her feet runs more red than brown now, spiraling off into the distance as if it carries the souls of the lost with it, and for a few seconds her heartbeat sounds like cannon-fire in her ears, a frantic BANG. BANG. BANG. cycling the knowledge that she still lives and breathes and fights through the entirety of her being.

And she intends to keep it that way.

{Kiera attacks Theseus Rhodium with her Xiphos}
[dice=200+1000]
{Stabbed in Neck -- X}

{Kiera acquires a medical kit}