@voluntours said: ❝ wait, what’s going on ? ❞ - from peeta (@voluntours!!)
AN OMINOUS RUSTLE OF THE JUNGLE FOLIAGE. catlike hues are pressed against the forest’s dark silhouette, silver trident poised within his grasp as he steps forward, positioning himself in front of peeta and shoves the other behind, one hand resting against him.
his awareness of the lack of cover is in this yawning, stretching shoreline is suddenly a siren in his mind. if a knife flies out like a bullet slicing the air, or worse an arrow, then there will be nothing to protect him save for his own reflexes. he expected a second more of stagnation, but the tribute seems to have realized their position has been compromised and tears off back into the jungle, fleeing the group they had been monitoring. it is not worth the risk of chasing after them, but he remains disturbed that they had been being watched and not known it.
the direction the unknown figure had fled is into the poisonous fog that flooded the length of roughly a mile. if it remains, the hopefully a cannon will shatter the stillness of this night. his body has not fully recovered, woven with enough poison to nearly kill him had his skin not been purged in the water, and combined with the massive exertion after the monkeys had attacked has him positive he is not as physically competent as he would want to be for a fight.
“ where is katniss? she should know we had a visitor. ”
