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The dry leaves crumbled underneath his light footsteps as he seemingly glided forward, stopping under a low blackberry bush just metres away from his prey. He carefully pulled his bowstring back, taking precisive aim and blocking out everything else around him. His family depended on it.
A slight breeze brushed the branches, causing the young stag to look up fearfully and take a cautious step backwards...
"Archer!"
The arrow pierced the poor creature's neck, and blood splattered the nearby leaves as it tried to stumble away. He hastily dropped his bow and unsheathed a long dagger from his belt, approaching the dying stag slowly.
He gently stroked the whimpering creature before whispering, "Requiscat in pace." With a quick arm motion the stag's body shuddered and drew still.
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Although worry for Nietra's health took up most of his mind, a small voice repeated his own doubts about his dad. Would the village really accept his father after what he had done?
The cottage was silent when Archer slipped off his brown leather hunting boots, making his worry for Nietra deepen. No smoke had been billowing from the chimney and Archer had not seen any movement in the windows.
"Nietra? Elya?" He yelled, walking forward and looking from room to room.
"Archer?" Cried a hoarse voice from the living room, their voice ragged and worn out.
He rushed into the small room, spotting his younger sister Elya tending to the frail woman. She was propped up on the old couch, wrapped in a quilt and sipping soup, her hands shaking.
"You're okay!" Archer breathed a sigh of relief, running his hands through his dirty hair. "Akito had me worried, he said–"
"I'm fine, darling," Nietra interrupted, smiling, "it was just a small fall which winded me for a moment or two. Luckily my darling granddaughter Elya was here to help me and get me comfortable."
Elya nodded at him, packing up her healing herbs and
" What do you mean she will be fine?! Did you not see her " I hear Akira yell.
He concentrates on getting as close as possible without being noticed. Ed then decides he is ready as he will ever be. Yet, the moment he shoots his arrow he feels that he jerks upward. He immediately realizes that he is going to miss. Indeed, he does miss the shot, yet he wastes another arrow, knowing the second shot is pointless for the deer is now running.
A soft huff of breath came from his mouth as he began to pull himself up at Kazetora’s call, shaking his head and lapping at some of the ruffled strands of his sleek pelage. His voice resounded, in an albeit irritated reply.
Once there, he prowled the dense woods under the light of the full moon. Moving deeper into the park, the sound of rushing water somewhat impaired his hearing, but his new sense of smell took control, honing him in on the mark almost one hundred yards in the distance. Displaying a vicious snarl through his tightly clenched teeth, his piercing amber
Closer. The constant scampering of bare feet. Thudding on the sand like a stampede of angry boars. Closer. I need to move, he thought. I need to find cover. Too late. I see them. A blurry figure, with a tail of angry boys. Charging forward with every intention to kill. It is a manic scene, one of hatred and savagery. The glimmer of sunlight reflecting off the knife in Jacks clenched fist kick-starts Ralph’s sprint towards the safety of overgrowth. The pain is almost unbearable, a series of excruciating limbs and searing, stinging wounds. I have to keep running. If they catch me, my head will surely match the same fate as the pig. Swinging lifelessly in circles at the end of a spear.
"Rachel!" Franklin says. He kneels beside her and craddles her in his arms. "Are you okay? Why would you do something like that? I'm so glad your alive."
“Unbind her,” he ordered, placing the meat at his paws to free his own mouth. They hesitated for a moment or so longer than he would have liked, but a simple narrowing of the eyes was enough to move them to action, fingers quickly untying and prying off the rope. “Wait outside,” he commanded next, and the guards quickly saw themselves to the mouth of the cave. Once they were out of earshot he settled back on his hindquarters, pushing the chunk of flesh closer with a
As he approached the patch he heard something rustle the bushes. As he took another step out stepped the giant moose.
"I'm almost there," he thinks, running towards the next tree. He takes two more steps before plummeting to the ground. Tommy tries scrambling to his feet but is quickly pulled back down. Glancing at his legs he sees a large thorny vine wrapped around his torn pants leg. He then sees blood had started oozing from underneath his bandage. The commotion continues to get closer and closer as he quickly surveyed the
Pushing slightly down on the stock, he lined the post with where he could assume the beast’s heart was. Slowing his breathing, and subsequently his heart beat, the hunter slowed his jittering and held it frozen, keeping it still. Just a single squeeze and all Hell would break loose. Just a single, little,
She thinks for a moment, then takes a deep breath. "No, I'm not alright. Far from it."
attacked and hit the stag with a arrow in his head, yet the beast still coming refusing to die
As he lined up his shot, he heard the faint snap of a twig behind him and in one fluid motion; Hunter twisted around and fired the arrow into the knee of the man behind him. The man then stared at Hunter who stared back at him, with his green eyes and Hunter simply smirked at him for he recognised the scar over the left, which Hunter had given him years before.
She touched a careful, uncertain hand to his chest, and listened to his heartbeat until she fell asleep.
In the distance, the trail along which I had been walking wound through a thick velvet fog. Lining the path were tall trees that stoo...