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Anya stalked through the forest under the cover of the night. She was lethal, a fast, hunting machine, and at this exact moment she was stalking her prey.

That was the most exciting part, when you tapped into your old self and used those instincts that all creatures are born with. Anya felt feral whenever she was stalking some unsuspecting animal. She felt like a big hunting cat, padding softly through the forest, carefully avoiding snap-able twigs and other noise-making objects while balancing on the pads of her feet. Thinking of a big cat now, Anya couldn't help but close her glimmering eyes for just a moment longer than she would when blinking. The night was beautiful and she would be bringing home a little prize from the forests.

Her family, or rather, the rag-tag group of kids she hung out with, would be pleased as heck that she had been able to take down some big game. She watched it a few more moments, getting in to the zone. Anya pulled out one of the two throwing knives her Career aunt had given her before running away, and pressed the cool metal to the palm of her right hand. It was a ritual. She always let her blade take a little taste of her own blood before ripping apart the body of an innocent animal. Sort of like a prayer or dedication to the animal she would have to kill.

It was an unnecessary, yet somehow fulfilling gesture. Anya felt her own blood seep out of her body and stain the blade. It was always the palm of her right hand, right down the middle. She had no scar, the District Eleven native was constantly hunting, so naturally she was constantly cutting her palm. There was no time for the it to heal and make a scar. The Huntress smiled at that although she didn't really know why. She pulled all of her strength and power, willing it to course through her and seep into her blade. Willing that power to guide her blade straight through the animal. Hoping the throw would cleanly rip the life out of the animal so it didn't have to suffer any pain. She flexed her throwing arm, bringing it back, and aiming all in one liquid moment. And somebody fell on her.