<<Hiding-the-Hunger>> \\Xanthus|Blitz|Ele//

Standing around and watching others was boring. Akasha preferred doing something a little more secretive. She enjoyed observing them and their every move. She was a hunter. It was common for her to stalk her prey when they didn’t know it. She had been doing it ever since she was twelve. That was something she could understand. There was a time period between leaving District Nine and entering the Games that was secretly driving her nuts, and that was her inability to hunt freely. She had grown used to eating typical human food, but what she craved was other humans. She had planned on killing one of the avoxes who was assigned to serve her to temporarily satisfy her cravings. She hoped that they would be able to replace her. She doubted that they would miss her much considering that she has a slight attitude despite her tongue being cut out.

Silently, Akasha smiled at that thought and she knew that she would taste slightly sweeter than what she was used to, due to living in the Capitol. Many of the Capitollites were better fed than she was, and that caused them to be sweeter. On a few occasions it caused them to be fattier too. It was in her interest to try at least one of them. On different occasions she thought about what the other tributes would taste like. Knowing that each of them survived different lifestyles and locations. She wondered if those from the career districts would taste bitter and sour due to their harder demeanor or if they would taste sweeter due to their living standards. She wanted to try all of the different delicacies that she had at hand. From District One all the way down to District Twelve. They would all have their own unique flavors. That was something that excited Akasha oh so much.

Slowly, she crept closer to some of the other tributes. Eyeing them, trying to taste their scent. There was a false allure though. The capitol showers had removed their natural scent and all she got was the sweet smell of berries, flowers, fruit, and other assorted scents. It disgusted her. Similar to the way she had disgusted herself. She was playing to win sponsors. She was fierce but so were some others. They were more fierce than she was, and that worried her. That’s when her stomach growled softly. Something in between a purr and a growl for attention. It required the blood and meat of another human. Not a pig substitute.