The Waking Games - A PSL crossover of Hunger Games and Q

[petalwing]

Warning for spoilers for both canons. Like whoa.

Warnings for violence mentions, violence, bigotry, hatred, war, did I mention violence? Because this PSL will include Strongbow and Katniss in the same woods. PTSD. And, you know, violence.

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[life_on_fire]

Katniss was going to regret doing this. Her curiosity got the better of her in the end though. She also wondered if something happened to her, or she went missing for some amount of time would Peeta or her mother come looking for her. She'd know Gale would at least especially if she didn't come back before nightfall.

She looked around for a way out of this, but it didn't seem likely. She held out her bow and started to walk slowly towards the cocoons or whatever it was... is this how Snow was going to kill her? Wouldn't surprise her in all honesty she just didn't want to go this way. She kept an ear out for anything around her, but she needed to know what this was.

[petalwing]

Nothing stopped her from approaching. The webs themself were soft and giving. She could feel something warm inside. Unmoving but warm. The way life was warm. The one closest to her hand was one of the smallest ones, one of the least lumpy. This close... it could almost look like a person wrapped in bandages. Or was that just imagination?

[life_on_fire]

She didn't know what was happening. What was this thing that was wrapping around her body? Or maybe she was just going completely crazy. "What craziness is this? I've never seen anything like this." She didn't want to move closer, but she stepped slowly towards it.

[without_recognition]

Finally close enough to touch it, to do more than touch, she'd find the sticky strands parted for her without much effort. And the first thing she'd see under layers of white sticky webbing were eyes of green and gold, fox like in their slant, too large to be human, but framed in pale skin with tufts of reddish hair or fur to either side.

The fox-eyed being was quickly unwrapped enough that she could free herself, wriggling out as easily as a snake might shed its skin. When she got to her feet, Katniss would see that she was a person, more or less. From her face and the hint of curves her outfit mostly hid she seemed to be an adult, but she was shorter even than Prim or Rue. Half the height of an adult if that. Her too large eyes watched Katniss curiously, and her four fingered hands made no reach for the dagger at her hip. Nor the bow and quiver across her back. She just stood lightly on the balls of her feet, watching, her long tapered ears not twitching, but visible though her fiery mane.

<"Human?"> she asked in a soft lilting voice.