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v e r a gomez

sixteen | maya gomez ancestor | district three

"Mouse," I shoot a glance over my shoulder, behind me the large form of the wolf hound appears, eyes glinting in the darkness. I smile at the beast, drawing my paint covered hands away from the canvas. "What do you think?" The canvas in front of me had an image of a woman on her knees. In a pool of her own blood her chest had been torn open, claw marks caused jagged pieces of flesh to reveal the puncture and shredded heart beneath. "Beautiful, yes?" 

Mouse comes to stand beside me, his wet nose gently nudging my fingers as I gaze at the image, my lips tilting up into a sweet smile. I run a hand between his ears, gently scratching at the base of his ears. Mouse was a rarity, a beast that was not easily found in a place like District 3. I had found him when he was nothing more but a weeping pup, dumped at the edges of the trash yard that had quickly become our home. 

I had heard the tale that my ancestor had once lived in this yard. A rebel and then a Victor [redacted future Maya Gomez history :eyes:]. A cruel circle of life had lead me back, or maybe our bloodline really never disappeared from this shit hole of a place. I guess it didn't matter, this place was my home, even if it did smell like burnt rubber and garbage. And just like my Ancestor, I had every intention of ripping apart the Capitols hold of Panem, or die trying.