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hunters of artemis | {aza/dars} blitz Jun 10, 2018 12:46:42 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan on Jun 10, 2018 12:46:42 GMT -5

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"lover, hunter,
friend and enemy
you will always be
every one of these"

Hunters of the night held secrets in their hearts. They lurked within shadows, prowling forward, animals in their own right. There was a stark contrast to those who did their work in the day, with their golden prides and their love of attention. Day hunts were for those who killed for sport.

Night hunting was so that no one would ever know exactly what happened.

Mackenzie and Max had climbed tree after tree as the dying embers of day settled into ash, their bows resting neatly on their knees as the silence of evening became a chorus of midnight. Darkness shrouding them, they waited for the animals they were not technically supposed to kill to wander into their lines of sight, and they fired.

No light, no witnesses.

Here, there was no midnight. A hunter of Artemis had no home in a city that did not sleep, and Mackenzie did not feel safe with so many eyes upon him. It was true, he had his secrets. But, to survive this, he would have to keep them. Even as they begged for him to let them out; even as they clawed at his throat until it was ragged, until he tasted blood in his mouth. He would keep his silence, when people asked him how he learned to shoot.

An eye flicked to the camera just above his head as he notched an arrow, pulled back on the draw string. He pointed his arrow right at the target's heart, exhaled, then aimed about three inches to the right, and fired. It landed where he desired, not in the center, not even close enough for people to think he was a gifted marksman.

He would keep his secrets, because if he did not, they would take his tongue or his family to make sure he kept them forever and ever thereafter.

He nodded to the girl next to him. She was all legs, tall and dark and strong. Something about her was off-putting, like she was waiting for a reason to fight. The slightest provocation and he may not have been surprised to find her fist buried into his nose, so he simply decided not to provoke her.

"I don't know you," he said simply, curiously, "My name is Mackenzie."

^{I AM A GARDEN OF BLACK AND RED AGONIES}

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hunters of artemis | {aza/dars} blitz Jun 10, 2018 16:28:19 GMT -5

Post by d4 tati pelotte [azalea] on Jun 10, 2018 16:28:19 GMT -5

They're gonna burn me at the stake
But I got a fire in my veins
I wasn't made to fall in line
No, I wasn't made to fall in line

I'm not present.

Escorted to someplace else - vacant faced and a completely blank canvas to the rest of the world; the other tributes pass me by when I'm lost in thought about the potential of possibilities. How simple it seems to win but how in practice, it'll undermine and underestimate my character, strength and being. I'm sure that being crafted of mind, muscle and magnitude would amass to something more than securing a legacy of a games failure, although all certainties seem to slip away when the competition collides, forcing a line to be drawn between expectation and reality.

Even if it were a case of thinking and believing, perhaps it'd be far too bittersweet to ever have any worth. The slaughter of fellow innocents threatens their stories and impact; if I cannot allow those to resonate with me, is it really worth competing at all?

I shouldn't care. I shouldn't, I know I shouldn't, but there's a niggling thought hammering away at the stone in my chest. I shake my head slightly, transporting myself back into the moment. The emotion feels even more distant now and the regard I had for the lives of others twinkles away into the darkness of our collective thoughts. Skeleton sisters, bodies of brothers; whilst we may have more in common than that which divides, the divide is what will save me from death.

Embrace it.

The boy beside me cocks his head in my direction, I freeze and only observe via the small movements of my eyes. They follow and inspect, and they meet with his when he starts to speak.

"I don't know you. My name is Mackenzie."

I nod my head and reveal a toothy grin.

I pride myself on power. I don't claim to be special because of it, I just have a way of using it to my advantage more so than others. The bending and shaping of words and expressions to reflect emotions I haven't felt for five years; manipulation of the mind to make everyone else guilty of the mistakes I've made. Situation leaves space for sin - I don't let myself fall victim to it.

Manipulation can be a platform for success, and besides, the act of being a hero requires a person to have been a villain at some point. They'll just never know what point I'm at.

"Call me Cassia, Cass, Sia, even Ass if you want - I don't mind." I stifle a laugh, gesturing with my head towards the target. "You could do with working on your aim. Either that, or you've got tremors." I smirk.

[dars]