#para:ai

[falloutoppa-blog]

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

There were just too many of them. Ahin’s breath was ragged as he ran as fast as his numb and bleeding legs would carry him. He could barely get a full breath, toxins seeped into his bloodstream as he was stung over and over again. The striking stingwing nest he’d stumbled upon was apparently not the only one in the area. He’d sliced through the first two that came his way but before he knew it another five were buzzing towards him.

He’d tried to flee, but the menacing buzzing only drew closer no matter how fast he tried to run. The stingers pierced his body repeatedly, slowing him, drugging him, crippling him. He could see buildings in the distance, the closest of which he was trying desperately to make it to before he lost consciousness. His right leg dragged behind him now, his rifle fell from his hands and his blurred vision finally went completely black.

The man collapsed into the dry grass outside of the clinic, having come so close to reaching safety. The stingwings swarmed around him for another moment before leaving him for dead and returning to their trampled nests.

[jasper-luminel-blog]

first light ✘ stables ✘ jasper & ai

“You were both so divine!” Serena chimed once we got to the stables. “Jasper, a sculpted like a Greek God himself and Kindle, oh you look so ravishing in that suit! Oh how I adore my Tributes this year.” She clasped her hands and smiled at us. Erica was nowhere to be found, so my Escort took her job for the meantime by telling us to talk to the rest of the competition. 

I split form Kindle and wandered around, taking in everybody’s costumes. The first thing I noticed was Shaggy from Scooby Doo dressed as the Grim Reaper, talking to the male from District Three. The Careers were bonding, probably figuring out creative ways on how to slaughter us. 

Damn that outfit. Lily could have at least made the fabric heat-insulating. The cold night air made me shiver a little bit, but I didn’t want to vacate to my suite before I had the chance to talk to anyone. That’s when I crossed paths with the female from District Three. “Your stylists outdid themselves,” I claimed. “District Three’s costumes are always the most interesting in my opinion.” I extended a hand for her to shake. “Jasper, District Five,” I greeted her.