Enobaria was fourteen years old when she volunteered.
Well, how could she have not? Being native to district 2, she had trained for the Hunger Games since she was ten. The training completly changed her, turning her compassionate, girlie ways into the traits of a bloodthirsty warrior.
Also, the fact that her friend Arianne had been reaped, despite the fact that she had a broken leg from a training incedent.
So, it was practically Enobaria's responsability to volunteer.
Even though she was on the younger side, she was three times as agile as that lame group of allies consisting of district ten and eleven, which was proven when they tried to attack her while she was getting water from the stream.
She was much stronger then the seventeen year old female tribute from 6, who the careers had found, and who she murdered with a dagger.
And she was much more resourceful then her fellow career from district 4, who's lungs she had ripped out with her teeth, earning her the victor's crown.
The last move gained her many admireres, male and female, but mainly males who wanted to get inside of her uncomfortable pants she wore in the arena.
Enobaria returned home to open arms from her parents, older brother and younger twin siblings, as they discussed her victory tour.
And then she made the mistake of opening her big mouth.
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The bloodthirsty killers
RandomEnobaria was the victor of the 62nd hunger games, and was famous for viciously ripping out the throat of one of her opponents. But, what if she happened to meet a certain blond victor from district 1? Author's note: so I was looking around at Enobar...
