Stary Night, open. Aug 27, 2013 13:32:46 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 13:32:46 GMT
The leaf was dry under her touch. Her crystal clear eyes drifted up from the green on the tree to the path ahead. It was dimly lit under the round of the moon but she could see the thin line made by the doe as easily as she could the prints on her own fingers. The night was as quiet as the whisper of a mouse, yet she could make out the animal as it rested slightly down the path from where she was perched. She could almost see the heartbeat on the wind as she notched the arrow. Ana pulled the string taunt and closed her eyes. She lightly inhaled as she mentally marked her target. Having done this so many times before, the shot was going to be simple yet decisive. Her full lips pressed together as she remained silent and still. With only a small movement of her fingers the bow shot. The arrow raced through the low light and slammed violently into her target. There was no suffering as the small deer died before it even hit the ground.
She raced through the damp underbrush and leaped over the thicket. She was on her knees in one movement with her blade dug deeply into the animal. Her work was complete a short time later and she separated all the useful parts of her kill. She made an offering to nature and thanked her for a bountiful hunt. It didn't take her long to pack her kit, weapon, and packs. This single animal would prove to feed her for many weeks, not to mention it would give her a large pelt to trade in the nearby village. She wrapped the bones in a thin leather cloth after cleaning them thoroughly. She would make beads and jewelry from these parts with brightly painted colors, feathers, and leather cords. It was a peaceful past time when she wasn't hunting game of another sort.
She paused after everything was set on her back, and rested on her knees in the small opening. Letting her eyes drift shut, Ana lifted her head to the sky and quietly meditated on the gift she was allowed on this dusk. Her body tingled with the rush of the hunt, much like a thousand thousand light-bugs dancing up from the marsh to rush by naked skin. When she opened her eyes the moon had painted the sky silver, dripping clouds ran down the canvas of night. She stood and began running through the small path on the way back to her current encampment. After several moments she stopped and crouched low to the ground. A noise had captured her attention. Mentally she pictured where she was located on the map of her memory. With one spring she moved to the nearest tree and climbed half way to the top. She set her gear, and secured everything with a small net and rope. She adjusted her bow, and thumbed her quiver of arrows as her eyes tried to pierce the night toward the path.
Something was lurking near to her. She had heard a noise that was not nearly common in this area of forest. Drawing an arrow from her collection, she notched and laid close to the limb of her tree. Bow and eyes both aimed ahead as she watched the swath of pathway that moved between the trees and toward the closest village road. Either someone else was hunting at night, or lost in the woodland. She inhaled and breathed lightly as she waited to see what might emerge from the brush. This game she had played many times before, and tonight would be no different. Whatever came ahead would not see her unless she wished to be seen, and that was the best advantage she could wish for on a night such as this.
She smiled, waited, and prepared to kill.