the shape of water || feast 2v2v2v1vmutt

Mauve didn't sleep much last night. The hammering of rain against plastic, turned into wind howling, whipping at the tarp that sheltered Robin and herself. Each gust of wind collided with the tent with a rage that Mauve could understand, the similar feeling surging through herself each time she closed her eyes and saw Bellamy, Liara murmuring that one name that would stick with her until she knew that that girl was dead: Fleur.

When the anthem played around them, Mauve closed her eyes and attempted to drown out the booming voice of Gamemaker Zsófia. She hadn't paid attention to those who had been killed, reluctant to poke her head out into the pouring rain as their faces lite up the night sky. There had been five canon and she knew who two of them had belonged too. The other three a mystery for the time being.

Stretching she gives Robin a shove with her barefoot, rocking his slim body, "oi, get up. We gotta go." Last night he had opened up to her a little, admitting thoughts that she was sure that he never really believed he would tell to someone like her. Maybe even to anyone, considering he never thought that he'd be alive till day 5. If she was being honest she never truly believed that he would make it this far either.

Slipping on her still damp boots a sigh of annoyance slips past her lips, her jaw clenching to stop her from cursing in frustration. Her feet already ached from being shoved into wet boots for the past day, and they protested strongly with each step she took away from the tent, groaning as she tightens and readjust the laced to secure them tightly. At least with the absence of rain her body didn't shake so hard, able to circulate her body warmth easier.

Around her the tree's shook as the wind howled through them, leaves and debris swept up in the gusts. Mauve covers her eyes in an attempt to protect them, in the distance she could see a swirling angry mass and a curse slip past her lips as she rushes to take down the tent, Robin scrambling out before it collapses on him. "Hurry up!"

Folding it she shoves it into her fanny pack, tossing it over one shoulder she marches away from the angry mass behind them. "We gotta find shelter before that tornado hits us. I won't be the tribute who is taken out by some fucking wind. Let's go."

The hiking trail opens up to an expose of water, the surface surging in time with the angry breeze around us. On a day when the sun shone down, she was sure the surface would be as blue as her sister's eyes, and just as welcoming. But today it was almost black, surging angrily against the shore as the world around us howled. Maybe the Gamemakers were just as unpleased as Mauve at the lack of deaths. But unlike Mauve, they had the ability to unleash their displeasure. First a lightening storm. Then an attempt to drown us. Now they wanted to wipe us out like ants, a tornado closing in on them with each passing minute.

Stepping into the clearing Mauve see's a couple not to far ahead of her. Looking over her shoulder she gives Robin a quick grin, "looks like we've got company-" The sound of sloshing water has Mauves gaze whipping from Robins and to the lake. The surface had broken, a monster climbing from its depths. The thing screams, the sound echoing through the arena as it takes its first steps closer to land. For the first time since entering the arena Mauve felt nerves play in the pit of her stomach, "the the fuck is that," she gasps, almost backing away as she fully took in its height.

It didn't just look powerful, that one cry that had torn from his throat had felt powerful, it scream had almost shook the ground beneath her feet.

Then it lunges, its movements slow, sluggish. Claws as long as the sword that was strapped around her waist, lunge at her throat, but she dart beneath them, pulling out her axe she watched as the blonde to her right lashes out with something that resembles a spear. Mauve doesn't know if it is because of the thickness of the beasts skin, or the lack of strength behind the girls attack, but it's barely enough to halt the beasts advances.

Clicking her tongue Mauve looks past the beast, to the tree line where more figures appeared.

Fleur killed Bellamy.

Darting past the beast, past its claw and it's tail she lopes her axe over her head, bringing it down on the boy closest to her in an attempt to push him out the way, "Fleur, I assume," she hisses, eyes as cold as ice honing in on her prey. "I got word that it was you who killed Bellamy, I hope killing him will be worth it." Because Mauve had every intention of tearing the girls heart out with her bear hands.

”That’s me.”

Mauve felt her blood begin to boil, her lips pulling back into a snarl as the rage from the previous night re-ignites. For a moment she could see no-one else but the girl before her. She had killed Bellamy. She mutilated something that didn't belong to her. Bellamy was Mauve's. The possessiveness she felt towards him only amplified when facing his killer. Logically she had no rights to his death, but Mauve wasn't one who often thought logically, not when her emotions were flaring out of control, not when the animalistic needs to rip into flesh consumed her.

Bellamy was her's to kill and this bitch had taken that away from her.

”This was his knife." Her eyes dart to the blade, Bellamy's knife and she spits onto the ground between them. You see the need to kill Fleur was different from her lust to kill Bubby. With Bubby she wanted to play around with her prey, she wanted to break him until he was begging her for breath. She wanted to watch him unravel when he realised that the only future for him was his heart at the end of her blade. But... But with Fleur she simply wanted to see the girl dead. She wanted her blood on her hands, and a death that was violent and drawn out would have been ideal, but with her body on fire, her emotions out of control, just simply being dead would suffice. Might even calm the storm that tore through her each moment she stood staring at the girl.

"Do with that information what you will. But your fight’s with me." Yes, her fight was with her- "Don’t fuck with my partner," oh. Wait. What was this? Mauve snarl turns into a twisted smirk as she wipes the blade of her axe of her thigh. Maybe Mauve was letting her emotions get the better of her. Her gaze flicks to the boy whose back her axe had buried itself in. Maybe there was something to break first, before she sent this girl to a shallow grave.

An eye for an eye.

Mauve would take away her partner, kill him before her eyes, let her watch, before she killed her.

Her- Bellamy's- knife cuts into the vulnerable flesh of her stomach, her momentary distraction enough for her movements to be sloppy, slow. Cursing she dances out of reach as Robin catches up, a knife sent sailing through the air and into her targets throat. Yesterday she might have reprimanded him for getting in her way, today she rejoiced in it, turning to him with a grin, "we are going to kill that one first," she gestures with her chin towards the boy with the knife buried into his throat. "Then she is mine." She points her axe towards Fleur-

Then a fire pocket is buried into Robins stomach and Mauve feels a growl climb her throat as her eyes turn to the boy she recognised to be an ally of Six. "Stay away from him," she snarls, baring her teeth as she tries to put herself between the boy and Robin. Like with Bellamy, Mauve felt a possessiveness towards the boy. She belonged to him in a way that caused a scream of frustration to escape her lips as Fleur's partner sent his weapon into her Robin's leg.

"Stay. Back," she growls, as she closes some of the distance between Fleur's partner and herself.

"I'm going to kill you," she purrs, her gaze shooting from his too Fleur's and back again. "And she is going to watch."