perennial pain // frankel [blitz]

[Gryphon]

.♕ jiana bentley-tomlinson ♕.

I visited it everyday.

The tree those hideous wings of suffering sentenced her to, with rope burning into her neck and limbs hanging limply from the branch I saw her from. The tree which has now since died with her, the halo of dead burgundy red misery around the base now under dull freezing white, stark as the paper I can no longer bring myself to draw upon.

It's not fair. I've done nothing but love and celebrate life's inanimate offspring, sharing the joy with my friends and family and she repays me in kind by shattering my father's skull and crushing mom's windpipe?

It's not real, this isn't reality. I couldn't have lost family just like that, I've done nothing wrong, I didn't hurt anyone, I--

Then I feel it. The fire of anger spark and flare up from my heart to my throat, the same time life chokes my words of sorrow and cuts them off through lodging a butterfly in it. It burns the little bitch to a crisp.

The beginnings of a smirk tug on the corner of my lips, and I pick up my carving knife and dart out to the tree again. This blade will not meet its bark, for there's no use to cutting away at what's already dead.

So I give life a taste of her own medicine as I throw myself into the forest behind the tree, arm with knife in hand outstretched as I strip away the ones still alive of their skin like she stripped away my heart jar of bubbling gold and dragonflies.

Because two can play the game of hurt, but now that she's thrown me into it I intend to win.

d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel

[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Tansley Lipniki

It is just like any other day. I slip out of the house, gone for hours and slip back in and nobody even says hello. I have started playing a game now, get yourself noticed. I don’t try as hard to hide from them when I go out of the front door but still, even if one of them locks their eyes onto my presence, not even a murmur is stirred. Is it possible that parents could possibly forget they even have a son? Well that must be the case here, if only they didn’t reproduce like rabbits. I wouldn’t be here; there wouldn’t be a reason to not remember me.

Here I am again, ploughing through the deep winter snows of Ratmas, Ripred has really gone overboard with the climate this year. Oh how I prayer that the hibernating animals are tucked up safe. Even if the people are lacking foods during this season, the animals always get forgotten about, they don’t have meals at their own disposal like people do.

The forest is my first destination of the day; it is my daily ritual anyway, to mourn the loss of the great wooden fortresses that have recently fallen. The remaining corpses of their stumps still buried in the ground as a reminder. It is quite sickening what they do here, destroying nature. One day I am going to stop it.

My fingertips prances across the surfaces of the trees as I greet each and every one of them although everything is halted by the presence of another.

A girl wielding a weapon, using it to attack one of the giants…”What are you doing?” I hurry over to her, disgust riddled in my words.

Gryphon

[Gryphon]

.♕ jiana bentley-tomlinson ♕.

I feel alive again.

Since their death, for the first time I feel alive again.

The wind is ideal for my onslaught on this particular woodland, I can feel columns of air sweep across my skin as my feet trample the earth beneath me with speed for this assault on the wooden limbs of torment.

I will make a mess of them.

Laughter erupts from my being as I continue my terror across these woods, sinister elements intermingling with joy in an ugly harmony as the cuts become deeper. From thin lines to zig-zags, from one slice of the blade to a rain of cuts on one column of bark before moving on to the next, I keep moving with a river of emotions pouring out from my soul in the form of horrifying, conflicting cackles.

Then everything slows to a halt when I hear another set of footsteps hurry over to mine, prompting me to stop in front of my next victim of green. I return to reality, and blow a strand of hair out of my face in irritation as his words containing traces of disgust burn into my surface of gold.

"What are you doing?"

My head slowly turns to side-eye the intruder, hazel eyes sharper than the knife I'm wielding as my reply comes to him, tone barren of the warmth I no longer have the fortune to possess.

"As if this is any of your business."

Only rind greets my sight when I look back ahead.

"...You wouldn't understand anyways."

[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

Tansley Lipniki

A hero, an unlikely hero for an unlikely damsel in distress. Nobody here cares for them, but me. Many march the town square for the welfare of Panem’s people and sometimes even for the animals; but what about the plants? Nobody ever cares for a thought for those. A living biological form, forgotten due to the hundreds of selfish ignorant fools. Well I am their hero. I may not be as decorated and as popular as every other hero in District Seven, they may call me ”Tree hugging maniac.” But they’re just blind to the truth.

Now is my chance, I am not the maniac, this homicidal female who is slaughtering the wooden goddesses is the one who must be tied up and thrown into the detention centre.

"As if this is any of your business."

Words that have always followed the moments when I have disrupted somebody’s slaughter of nature, they never realise that it is in fact my own personal business.

"...You wouldn't understand anyways."

I march towards the female, my hands curled up into fists.

”I understand that you are damaging these trees and for what purpose?”

Gryphon