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Green is the above. Hiding the light and the blue of the heavens a shadowy figure stalks its prey. Not a whisper of a footfall escaped the hunter's calculated steps as they moved deeper into the dark to get into position. Experienced hands clenched at the willow bow as it bent back slowly. Silvery strands of thread became taut, pinched ever so delicately. Held tight, but released in an instant. Eyes upon the mark, ears with the wind, feet firm upon the earth, a heartbeat. LUB DUB....LUB DUB.....LUB *THCK* DUB. In that fickle instant between beats the arrow flew ending any heartbeat its victim intended to have. When the hunter last looked upon her target she found her arrow lodged in it's right eye, a disappointment. She had aimed for the left.
It was no matter as the beast was slowly stripped of fur, organs, meats, everything. Life beget life either for the hunter or the flies and she had only ill will for them and their carrion ilk. A fire blazed as lazy smoke drifting into the sky proved a foil to the intrepid hunter who swiftly did their work. As they set to tanning, cutting, salting, and all the other tasks she must perform to live there was wonder beneath her sweating brow. A question that quivered underneath her calm hands.
Why?
It had been some time since time had escaped the young woman who now stared into a fire lightly nibbling at the meat she had rationed for the night. Kalia hadn't seen any example of life that hadn't been swiftly ended by her bow and as she ate and grew full and warm from their furs there was still an emptiness and a chill. Perhaps these woods were haunted after all.
She had heard the legends when she came to the village, before they came. They always came. Cursed woods, they said, filled with the echoes of shadows. It was a place of memory, but memory is not truth, it is warped perception and impression and the impression Kalia got was that this place did not want her here. This was unfortunate for one simple reason. She was lost.
Sense of direction senseless and trees jealously hiding the sun and stars stole time and reference as Kalia had fled into the depths of the wood. She had lost her pursuers, but all else as well. Her eyes lingered in the fire. Another mistake.
Smoke stole her smell as firelight made the darkness around her opaque. Relying on her pointed ears she was nearly too late in hearing the twigs lucky snap, a snap that might as easily been a jaw clamping upon her neck. Turning in time she was set upon by the beast of fang and claw who's acidic spit dripped upon her breast causing her to scream into the night. Throwing the beast off of her the hunter's eyes adjusted as she lifted her boy. Green eyes glinted off her fire. Not two, but four, then twenty. All of them pacing and hungry. Patient, but not for long. Releasing an arrow into the night she heard a howl of pain and then many padded feet slapping towards her. Ducking low she picked up a still burning log and began to spin it around her. Swiftly she revealed the monstrous beasts, their fur thick and black as if made of the night itself. Hemmed in by their dark maws and acidic spittle Kalia wondered if she looked upon demons.
Taking her log she placed it upon her bow lighting her arrow head as she ran to a nearby tree. Leaping she felt a bite upon her leg tear away at something. Pulling up Kalia was delighted to find only her cloth had been victim, but didn't stop to celebrate as she came to rest upon a low branch. Dropping her now extinguished log she drew her bow and aimed up. Firing into the night she hoped against hope someone had seen the shot and if they had perhaps they could save her, or they'd distract the beasts long enough for her to get away.
Whatever it took to survive.
Green is the above. Hiding the light and the blue of the heavens a shadowy figure stalks its prey. Not a whisper of a footfall escaped the hunter's calculated steps as they moved deeper into the dark to get into position. Experienced hands clenched at the willow bow as it bent back slowly. Silvery strands of thread became taut, pinched ever so delicately. Held tight, but released in an instant. Eyes upon the mark, ears with the wind, feet firm upon the earth, a heartbeat. LUB DUB....LUB DUB.....LUB *THCK* DUB. In that fickle instant between beats the arrow flew ending any heartbeat its victim intended to have. When the hunter last looked upon her target she found her arrow lodged in it's right eye, a disappointment. She had aimed for the left.
It was no matter as the beast was slowly stripped of fur, organs, meats, everything. Life beget life either for the hunter or the flies and she had only ill will for them and their carrion ilk. A fire blazed as lazy smoke drifting into the sky proved a foil to the intrepid hunter who swiftly did their work. As they set to tanning, cutting, salting, and all the other tasks she must perform to live there was wonder beneath her sweating brow. A question that quivered underneath her calm hands.
Why?
It had been some time since time had escaped the young woman who now stared into a fire lightly nibbling at the meat she had rationed for the night. Kalia hadn't seen any example of life that hadn't been swiftly ended by her bow and as she ate and grew full and warm from their furs there was still an emptiness and a chill. Perhaps these woods were haunted after all.
She had heard the legends when she came to the village, before they came. They always came. Cursed woods, they said, filled with the echoes of shadows. It was a place of memory, but memory is not truth, it is warped perception and impression and the impression Kalia got was that this place did not want her here. This was unfortunate for one simple reason. She was lost.
Sense of direction senseless and trees jealously hiding the sun and stars stole time and reference as Kalia had fled into the depths of the wood. She had lost her pursuers, but all else as well. Her eyes lingered in the fire. Another mistake.
Smoke stole her smell as firelight made the darkness around her opaque. Relying on her pointed ears she was nearly too late in hearing the twigs lucky snap, a snap that might as easily been a jaw clamping upon her neck. Turning in time she was set upon by the beast of fang and claw who's acidic spit dripped upon her breast causing her to scream into the night. Throwing the beast off of her the hunter's eyes adjusted as she lifted her boy. Green eyes glinted off her fire. Not two, but four, then twenty. All of them pacing and hungry. Patient, but not for long. Releasing an arrow into the night she heard a howl of pain and then many padded feet slapping towards her. Ducking low she picked up a still burning log and began to spin it around her. Swiftly she revealed the monstrous beasts, their fur thick and black as if made of the night itself. Hemmed in by their dark maws and acidic spittle Kalia wondered if she looked upon demons.
Taking her log she placed it upon her bow lighting her arrow head as she ran to a nearby tree. Leaping she felt a bite upon her leg tear away at something. Pulling up Kalia was delighted to find only her cloth had been victim, but didn't stop to celebrate as she came to rest upon a low branch. Dropping her now extinguished log she drew her bow and aimed up. Firing into the night she hoped against hope someone had seen the shot and if they had perhaps they could save her, or they'd distract the beasts long enough for her to get away.
Whatever it took to survive.
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