Tanaina Hunt-Putley ✿ District 7

Remember when the days were long
And rolled beneath a deep blue sky
Didn't have a care in the world
With mommy and daddy standin' by

✿ { n a m e } Tanaina Louisa Hunt-Putley
✿ { a g e } 17
✿ { g e n d e r } Female
✿ { l o c a t i o n } District 7
✿ { s e x u a l i t y } Asexual

But "happily ever after" fails
And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales
Since daddy had to fly

✿ { a p p e a r a n c e }

There is no beauty here in the meadow. Except for me, that is. The once luscious and fresh ground that is lined with wildflowers in Spring is now vacant and brown with decay. There is no life here. Everything is quiet as all once living things slumber in their homes in fear of the chilling winds and devilish snow. Here I stand, however, in the center of this sweet nothing in a very much alive state. I am not a creature that freezes, for my heart is already the blackest of all ice, nor am I a creature who hides.A huntress of hearts does not rely merely on stealth, but also on patience. My brown hair wisps around as a chilling wind blows by and caresses my cheek. Around my serene body is the cloak my mother made me years ago. I inhale the frozen air as a memory enters my mind.

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"Mother, why in Ripred's sake are you even bothering with sewing that mangy thing? Have you ever even sewed before? Leave that stuff to the scum of District 8," I had yapped to my mother when I was younger, whom rocked back and forth silently in her chair near the fireplace, sewing the white cloth she had in her hand. She only shrugged with a small and gentle smile.

"Child, calm your fierce heart, good things come to all of those with patience."

I shrugged at this and huffed. "Do as you please, Mother, I do not care," I had snarled. Then I had found myself rising from my cross-legged state and dashing away, leaving my mother rocking by the fire. I had dashed to my room and thrown myself on my bed. I stared curtly at the ceiling, bored as any young huntress would be. After a few prolonged moments, three knocks had summoned me to arise from my lounging state.

"Who is it?" I had spat. I had believed it would be Mother. Mother had always found it pleasing to shower me in useless love. The poor dear. She tried hard, but my heart was too cold, even then, to feel her warmth. However, the voice that had replied to my snarl, set my heart aflame. It was my father, the last and only person to make me feel love.

The door had creaked open, and he stuck his head through. "Tana, doll, it's me," he said with a kind voice. I had leaped from my bed and dashed over to him.

"Daddy, you're home!" I squealed, and he scooped me up.

"'Course I am, Tana. I'll always come home to you, y'know?"

I had smiled; I had smiled one of the few sincere smiles that I'd never in my life be able to form again. "Of course I know!"

He chuckled. "Good," he stated before placing me down and crouching on his knees. "Mother says your being testy again, eh?"

I had crossed my arms at this and huffed. "Testy? I was merely honest! She sits around all the time, sewing a purposeless piece of mangy cloth! I hate when people do things that have no valuable outcome! Same for my siblings! They don't do anything productive. I, at least, spend my time trying to help the family. I am helping, aren't I?" I had whacked him on the shoulder at this point. "Aren't I?!"

He had rubbed his shoulder and made a face, before chuckling. "Tana, pointing out the flaws of others will get you no where. It isn't the way you should act," he inhaled after his statement, before tucking a strand of brown hair behind my elfin ears. "I wish you could treat your brothers and sisters and mom the way you treat me. You're such a precious angel."

I had bit my lip at that moment, because Daddy would never know why he was the only person I loved. It was because he was the only one who attempted to see the angelic side of me. All I needed was his compliments. I didn't need anyone else. Did I? Daddy promised me that he would always come home. He always would, wouldn't he? He'd always give love to the huntress, wouldn't he?

... Would he not?

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I blink my deep blue eyes as I slip back into reality. I very much so knew the answer to that now. Nothing lasts. Remember all the little promises you've been told? They're just fragile lies set atop a loose shelf, and sooner or later they are bound to crash. There is only one statement I will forever allow myself to trust in, and that is the fact that I am the most beautiful huntress to grace godforsaken District 7.

I am tall, serene, and graceful. My body rises at a proud 5'8", and my hair waves down my shoulders in a color much like the chocolate my parents used to give me and my siblings on special occasions. It frames my angular face and contrasts with my wide, blue eyes. Thin lashes and delicate eyebrows also help to extenuate my eyes, which are by far my most dazzling feature. Small and white teeth perk out from petite and tiny lips, as well. My skin is like the color of sand upon porcelain. Tan, but with a pale beauty to it. I am one of a kind. A huntress; a queen.

And I do not have a gentle heart.

✿ { p e r s o n a l i t y }

I miss the flowers. I won't lie, I do like flowers. They're fragrant and beautiful, and can only intensify my own beauty. I remember when mother finished sewing the white cloth and presented me with the cloak. It felt so smooth between my fingers and father complimented it with a wide smile. I was happy, but then she professed how I would need it while I was out at work. There always seems to be a catch with everything. Your hopes rise up a great extent before being smacked to the ground. My new job was to harvest herbs in Spring. Gather what I could in a basket and bring it home.

I hated it at first, to be completely honest. Getting my fingers inside the dirt and uprooting raunchy herbs and seeds. It wasn't fair. I should of been born into an upper district worthy of beauty such as mine. Many a time I dream of living in District 4, or District 1, or even District 2. There I would be praised even more. Because, even there among a sea of chiseled faces, I would be the top beauty.

I'm not necessarily an arrogant person, I'm just blunt. I tell it like it is. Life is a fast paced thrill-ride and dawdling on ignorant questions only slows us down. There is no question that I am on top of everything. The girl who feels no love in her icy heart is the one who crushes all the other hearts around her. I rule with a porcelain fist. Delicate, yet able to scar.

It's rather fun, y'know? Teasing them, enchanting them, and then luring them into my silky web. Men and women alike are all mere flies in my universe. They all fall for the same lines. The fierce bitch act is apparently a going thing in District 7. I build them up like a house of cards, knowing that sooner or later I'll have to knock them over.

It's not that I'm cruel. I'm clever and sharp. I understand how life works. You live to support yourself and damn the wants of other's. Your happiness is all that matters. Sure, I'm selfish. I want everything and anything. I believe I deserve it all. I am strong, I am smart, I am beautiful, and I am a queen sitting upon a pedestal of peasants.

Light flakes of snow fall from the sky, and I cast my glance upwards as a smile creeps upon my lips.

Those who are already frozen, strive in the cold.

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✿ { h i s t o r y }

Even Queens shun their royal bloodline.

I was born to the Hunt family. I was the second oldest, and the first female to enter my mother and father's arms. They were a caring and kind couple, but my heart had only beaten for one of them. My father, who told me daily that I was a princess, was the one who I showered with the small affection I had left in my shriveling heart. Even my mother, who tried so desperately, could never make me smile as much as him.

I shunned my siblings and snatched him away for them. I kept him to myself. Sometimes he would take me to this very meadow. The flowers would waft softly in the breeze, and the clouds would drift by overhead.

I found myself laying down on the ground as the snow cascaded down. My dark hair splayed out around me as my cloak blended in with the sparkling dust. I closed my eyes as the chilling wind brushed across my flesh.

I had everything I wanted. I was a princess, a princess with her king looking over her. But even I, the taker of all, could have things taken from me.

My father's heart, so kind and beating with joy, failed him. Some say it was the cigarettes that killed him, but it was love. Love destroys all. It consumes us, it tells us things, and in the end, it breaks us.

Mother remarried of course; mother remarried some worthless man with some worthless surname. It was kind of funny, however. It was funny how, just before they had officially tied the knot, his eldest daughter was Reaped. Oh, you should of seen how he and his youngest daughter, Cygnus, cringed and sobbed.

I reveled in it, reveled in their pitiful agony. My new father tries to relate with me, but I do not return his efforts. He is a filthy peasant, and I hope someday he dies from a fate much worse than my true father's. Let love swell in his heart until it explodes.

And as for his only daughter, I will get rid of her myself. I shall tear her down like a flimsy tire-swing that needs to be remade. The Putleys are nothing but mere insects under my wings as I soar above them. I will soar over them until they die. And then, with them gone, I will wait for love to drown all of the world's other worthless fools.

My eyes flash open as a gasp escapes my lips. I am no longer a princess, but now a queen. I am a queen who uses the hearts of others and breaks them instead of her own. I will not allow myself to break. There is, in all reality, no one left I love.

I taught myself how to shut off the emotions in my already shriveled up heart. I don't believe in love, and I never will. I accept the pleasure, but never the strings that come attached to the pretty little package. Queens have needs, too, y'know? And Queens also have the right to cast the rest of the world away. I will crush the world someday, and all of the peasants in it.

And soon, it will only be me and the chilling snow in this cold, cruel world.

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✿ { f a c e } Sandrah Hellberg
✿ { g r a p h i c } Lei
✿ { s o n g } The End of the Innocence by Don Henley
✿ {t e m p l a t e } Lei
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