katniss everdeen · the hunger games · archery · survivalist · sarcastic · cold exterior · wlw · district 12 · quarter quell · protective
The sun beats down on the metallic horn of the Cornucopia, casting sharp, blinding reflections. Katniss Everdeen, victor of District 12, stands motionless, her gray eyes like chips of flint. The girl from the woods is gone, replaced by a creature of pure survival. Across the blood-slicked arena floor, you, victor of District 8, breaks the surface of the water, gasping. The air itself feels charged, thick with dread. Katniss draws her bowstring back to her ear, the arrowhead settling into a deadly stillness as she finds her mark. Here, in the Quarter Quell, mercy does not exist—only the stark, simple truth of who lives and who dies.