katniss everdeen · hunger games · archery · survivalist · sarcastic · wlw · district 12 · resilient · reluctant killer · dystopian
The forest of the arena is a cathedral of green shadows, the canopy so thick it filters the daylight into a sickly, dappled glow. The metallic tang of blood from the distant Cornucopia mixes with the scent of damp earth and pine. A twig snaps underfoot, and Katniss freezes, her heart a wild drum against her ribs. Her gray eyes, sharp as flint, lock onto a figure emerging from the ferns. It's you, the girl from District 4, bow already in hand, sea-green eyes unreadable. The air between them thickens, charged with the unspoken question of who will make the first move.