faeries of yiu. [CHASE.]

Sunlight managed to find its way through the dark mass of clouds overhead, bringing Ambrogio warmth, though partial credit also went to the custom-made leather jacket he had donned the previous day during his travels. A plain black tee-shirt covering his numerous tattoos, he didn't look quite as disturbing as on some days, though with his metal cane in hand, he did greatly resemble a member of the modern-day Mafia.

The cane was a most valuable treasure, one he had acquired from a poor Capitolite's closet. He had discovered, only after enduring several wounds during his brief tussle with the man, that, when pushing slightly on the silver handle, a small blade emerged from the end, transforming a useless walking stick into something of immediate importance. It had been ironic, really, since the man had met his end at the point of his own weapon.
Fanciful designs curled and looped around the body, which was painted a solid black, that reminded him of some sort of demented ribbon, ending approximately half an inch short of the handle. He never left a campsite without it.

Fencing came into view, and the man figured this was a good as spot as any to stop and rest for the night. He hardly figured the guards posted would allow a middle-aged wanderer into their midst, a demented one at that. Besides, he couldn't afford being spotted. His name and picture had been surfacing all over Panem these last few weeks, for both his eloquently planned rapes and murders, which seemed to have become the only thing anyone could talk about, or so it had seemed as he occasionally visited the Districts. Needless to say, it would do good to lay low for a while, at least until the whole fiasco died down a bit.

So instead, he found himself bending over, carefully placing his backside on a boulder below him, grunting with the effort. In his forties, near fifties, he wasn't able to move around with the ease as he had when he had been younger, even with his perfect health condition.
He sat there for a moment, just staring out at the trees. Incoherently, he wondered what his life would have turned out as if he had been a normal kid, with normal parents, with normal life issues. After a small moment's hesitation, he snuffed the very thought out. He had been given a Gift, from some Other Being, the ulterior motive still unclear even to him.

A slight rustling was heard, and, glancing up, he saw a girl jump over the District fence, where she landed only several paces in front of him, holding a knife. Glancing around to make sure no one had seen, for that would bring even more attention to him, he pushed himself to his feet, and strolled over, his arm extended, palm facing upward, a common gesture of greeting. And, although he would have with many others, at the moment he was not thinking of what it would be like to abduct this girl and rape her somewhere far off in the woods, where no being would find her body afterward. No, for she seemed to be a sweet girl, and he liked sweet girls alive...

A sharp pain blossomed along his arm, and it took a few moments before he realized the girl had lashed out. Hesitantly glancing down, he saw a slight tear in the fabric of his coat, blood seeping from a small wound even farther below. And then, all at once, he hated the girl. She was a worthless whore who deserved to die, just like every other person in existence, who had made the world the way it was today.

Quickly whipping the cane forward, he pressed hard on the handle, the knife tip ready in an instant. And then the fantasies were there. Tearing into this girl's chest with his weapon, dragging her into an empty field, ripping her throat out with his bare teeth. It would feel good to have blood on his hands again.

With no further hesitance, he lowered the cane, and quickly brought it up, aiming for the exposed bits of flesh.

Knife: [dice=200+2000]
Shallow Cut on Left Forearm; 3.5

Steel bit into the flesh of the girl's own arm, a small sort of revenge for the pain she had dealt Ambrogio. It was a weak attack, he knew. But Ambrogio was not finished with the girl yet. Not at all.