#wayward:start

[monstvrsfm]

open  starter:  katniss  everdeen location:  wayward  square

     “  hey  there,  girl...”  she  spoke  in  a  gentle  tone,  standing  in  front  of  her.  hand  brushing  the  horse’s  forehead,  down  her  long  face,  to  her  muzzle.  it  wasn’t  unusual  to  see  katniss,  riding  a  horse  into  town.  while  she  wouldn’t  take  every  farm  animal  off  her  land  into  town,  this  horse  here,  actually  enjoyed  the  townspeople  and  the  walk.  and  katniss  preferred  a  horse  to  a  car.  the  thing  is,  katniss  would  only  take  her  out  to  the  town  when  she  wanted  to  go  or  if  it  was  an  emergency.  while  she  was  used  to  it,  every  now  and  then  it  felt  like  a  new  stranger  approached  the  woman  and  her  horse,  as  if  they’d  never  seen  a  horse  before.  katniss  wasn’t  one  for  attention,  or  pleasantries,  but  she  couldn’t  stop  someone’s  curiosity.  so,  once  she  felt  eyes  on  her  and  a  presence,  it’s  that  hunter’s  instinct,  her  gentle  eyes  rolled  to  the  corner  and  were  replaced  with  hostile  ones.  “  —  she  doesn’t  bite.”  she  announced.  but  katniss  might.

[ofcornsyrup]

Ginger stood in the meat aisle of the store. The fluorescent lights were sickly white, unnatural, and she stared at the processed meat in sealed containers, the transparent plastic clinging to goosepimply chicken flesh and links of sausages in spirals. It made her feel nauseous. Last night, she’d dreamed about eating something again. Something that was still alive, still squirming. All she could remember was a high-pitched yelping sound, and the warm blood, and the bone-deep, aching, hunger and need.

She baulked a little, but hid it well with a swallow. “Pick up dinner for tonight, mom said,” she murmured to herself, moodily. “It won’t be totally freaking disgusting.” She’d never felt this way about meat before. She’d never given a shit before. But right then? She totally sympathised with the vegan hippies who had badges like meat is murder. All because of those dumb dreams.