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she was the lone wolf of the pack
the hunter of the forest
like the smudge of scarlet
on a bleeding wound.
she was the warmth of a
campfire in the dark.
the lethal whisper of an arrow
before the kill.
she was the call of the wild,
beckoning you in with a single smile,
with eyes that spoke of
a thousand deaths.
she was the girl with
a heart of danger, ready to die
to protect her people.
she was the haunting and
elusive shadow of someone who
cannot be tamed
or defeated.
she was the heartbeat of fear
stuck in your chest, seconds before
you plunged over a
thundering waterfall.
she was the echo of a
knife being drawn.
The spirit of the woods;
a Mockingjay.
a Katniss Everdeen.
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This was written for XThePineappleTomboyX.
Happy birthday, Jay!
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