Innocence (Open)
Dec 30, 2009 19:02:18 GMT -5
Post by cinder on Dec 30, 2009 19:02:18 GMT -5
Rashta knew a thing or two about innocence. For one, deep in her head somewhere over the rainbow in a place that the grounded, tough, realistic teen preferred not to think about, that she was still fairly innocent by District standards. But really, there was nothing more naive than a baby doe with big wide eyes and a fluffy pelt. She shook her head in wonder, staring at it.
An illegal hunter, yeah, that was true of Rashta, but she was not cruel and she was not strong enough to put even her hungry family before the doe. It was simply one of those days that she was soft--too soft for her own good really, but what could she say? The teen was a sucker for big eyes and general cuteness, just like most other average teenage girls. The little creature stilled, finally sensing her presence, and went away. Poof. Bibi dinner for the next few days, hello starvation! Now that the stupid animal was nowhere near her, Rashta felt a burning hatred toward herself. What a complete and utter fool. Evolution anybody? Baby animals were cute so that dumb humans like her wouldn't attack/eat it (this was something Rashta Minthe assumed was true. It seemed true.)
She growled a fierce and low note before slowly working her way down the large tree the bow-hunter had camped out in for the past two hours. A few birds were strung over her shoulder. It was a puny, pathetic load of nothing. Maybe her littlest siblings would be able to eat tonight, but unless her mother had allowed Rafi to hunt today, her family was going to bed hungry. It was pretty sad, her mom working so hard to provide for her children, and only ever bringing home bacon (in a money sense and food sense) every few days. Rashta was sixteen, she was brave, and she was determined not to let her little sibs die, but there was only so much one girl could do when supporting a constantly growing family was her duty and hers alone.
Too young. Too weak. Too clumsy. The excuses were endless, none of her little brothers or sisters could hunt. Her mother didn't let any of the able kids do anything but watch the younger, weaker ones. It was infuriating to know you had brothers that were taller and stronger back at home feeding the little ones and playing around. None of them knew what real life was like. She groaned, nearly loosing her balance and toppling to the ground from fifteen feet up. That would be a dreadful, deathly fall, but all Rashta could think was, if she died, would her mother let the others hunt or would she insist they all die together of starvation?
Rashta almost wanted to die, just to know the answer.
She finally landed on the ground, a dull thud announcing her presence to any ground-creatures and instantly assuring her that any animal in the area was no safe and sound in a hole somewhere. Hiding from the big, bad hunter. She blinked, squinted at the sun and figured there was maybe two hours left until sunset. Enough time to barely make it home before her mother decided to call the Peacekeepers and get them all killed in a new, exciting way. (Getting beaten to death by Peacekeepers was the new starvation. A fun way of making sure your whole family payed for stupidly announcing to the Peacekeepers that you illegally hunted.)
In a fog she started to walk toward what Rashta hoped was home but was too tired to really care. She stopped, a tear running down her face and fueled by a flash of anger kicked a poor tree for a few minutes. Life sucked being the eldest child of a poor, Seam family.