An Embracing Battle {D12s Vs. Unspokens}

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Amongst the short hours of Cedar’s watch, and my opportunity for slumber, there’s no true escape to the dreamland as I had hoped. Even with peace weaving about the mass of us within this section, of wherever we are, sleep refuses to grace me as it had every night prior. The sole threat who’d reject a plea for peace, was eliminated by my own hands - and still all I can accomplish is maintaining closed eyes for the duration of my break from this reality. Guess there truly is no rest for the wicked. While I’m left unsure if it’s my new found identity plaguing me with guilt and keeping me from that rest, or an acceptance of it that is.

Upon the morning of new beginnings, attention attempts to concentrate upon the plants around us - breathing in the freshness they provide. Knowing that crisp air will end eventually, and most likely it will soon. Eyes pierces over to Cedar, wondering if I should return my thoughts to an enforcement of staying in place for his recovery. Plus the environment is as good as any to camp in for a solid chunk of time. But he appears as ready as I am to embark on this endeavor more so, and who am I to deny him of such? So my lips remain unable to part, a break of sarcastic humor refuting to grace my tongue.

Confidence and fear rattle me in a completely different demeanor now. That confidence feels to have spread from my exterior, to my core - a safety in knowing my potential against the enemies creeping in the dark corners. And there’s that fear of what I’ll do to them. But I picture Pris, and her lack of being scared of anything. I see Soul, and his ability to conquer all. I think of Mycelium, and how together we took on anything… And I consider that little thing brewing in her stomach, and how I need to kill to return to them all.

A new location is discovered, leaving me in a mass of wonder on just how far this place stretches, just how many rooms await for our exploration, and just how many more tributes there are to slaughter. Again my vision transfers to my one person from home, and I think about how there’s just one I’d never be able to kill - even with my family crying for my return.

Many flirts expanded across my fellow tributes. Attempts to sleep with any and all in search for a chance at safety. Bit humorous to think that one who won’t share my bed, is the one that I’m trying to protect. “So no reward for the hero that saved your life yesterday?” A flirt breaches past my lips that had been silent since that battle. There’s no doubt that my flirts will never be met with success. “A girl can try.” A shrug rolls my shoulders, a weak grin spreading across my features - until it enhances at the sight of intruders.

Length contorts them in uneasy ways, their eyes pierced in an unforgiving manner that would send shivers down most people’s spines - aside from my own. Again my sword flicks on to it’s beautiful buzz. “And a new battle begins.” I mumble without having to worry about extending my lips for my victim to read. And without thought, just as he did yesterday, I attack.