dangerous woman | { lux vs. nakom, day four }
Jul 29, 2017 18:58:35 GMT -5
Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Jul 29, 2017 18:58:35 GMT -5
The beast takes the force of my blunt before it swoops down and sinks it's teeth into my skin. It is thirsty for my flesh, my blood; a fetish for the gore, I figure that there isn't much differences between my dreams and this creature's dreams. We have the same hunger, we are greedy for the same sensations.
I spin around, eyes fixated on the beast's beauty that mesmerises me. I cannot give in to the Capitol's illusions and see the mechanisms underneath that are programmed to kill; I guess that I'm similar in that way, too—except I am the product of Four's past and present.
Four's homegrown killer, I hope to be their future. It has been too long since faith was restored in Four. We have seen turmoil and brutality and we have been on the receiving end. Hurricanes and tsunamis that threatened our lives so easily and bitterly. They added salt to our wounds and it stung, but we put on brave faces and were resilient. For ourselves, for each other and for the greatness that we know we can forge.
Gone are the days of doubt and insecurity—time has severed me from the weakness and stitched me into the strength that was always there, and always welcoming. I was ignorant, I was too proud and wanted to be the missing piece. Little did I know that I was the missing link.
Career—when I didn't deny it, I wrote myself into life's chapters with ease.
The butterflies stick to my skin and I become a figure of vibrancy in the Capitol's dark. I do not let myself feel the pain and concentrate only on escaping this calamity so that I can find my own calm, and find Hero in one piece.
I dart around to try and mislead these creatures but they are like a shadow and mimic my every move. I figure that there is no escaping this even if I wanted to. Surrender is for lovers and I am a self-proclaimed fighter who just wants to live and breathe in peace.
Life's sweet nectar forcing me to be to the harsh, domineering battleaxe that brews destruction in her mind and proves it in her fingertips. I am not afraid to kill the Capitol's creation, not after I've killed a real girl, an actual human person.
It probably makes me a monster because I choose not to dwell on the aftermath of sending a girl into the depths of Hell, but I do not care. Sometimes the monsters are the things that win, and I have a desire to be alive in one week's time with a crown on my head.
I am Four's dangerous girl, a dangerous woman like those who has prospered before me. I don't want to be like them, though. I want to be the one to tell my story.
The beast tries tastes my tale before it is complete, I can only respond with conflict and combat.
Fire in my veins, blood in my eyes—all storms come to an end, no matter how brutal or beautiful.
[ Lux attacks the Nakom; spiked blunt ]
9NfOrf|Hspiked blunt
[ 14076 -- BROKEN LEFT SHIN -- 7.0 damage ]
spiked blunt9NfOrf|Hspiked blunt
[ 14076 -- BROKEN LEFT SHIN -- 7.0 damage ]