Stare Me Down, Make Me .MOVE. [Scarlette]
Mar 1, 2012 20:00:48 GMT -5
Post by silentwhispers on Mar 1, 2012 20:00:48 GMT -5
Glass Charr
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Walking through the Woods at night was so relaxing. The moon was high and bright, and it caused the sorrow to drain from my weary pores as if my concience had turned to water. I wasn't worried about Rayth, because he was staying with his friend tonight. But I was worried about what might happen to him.
I had brought my bow and arrow, the same one I used to murder my father with, just for a thrill. It had been so long since I held the finely carved wood, the spectacular, well crafted design, felt the smoothness of a freshly waxed piece of rope that held it all together. I had a sheath strung across my back, and the bow notched with a single, plain black arrow with glowing red streaks for hunting in the dark, like I was. My quick, soundless footsteps seemed to get louder, though I knew I wasn't making a sound. Poaching never bothered me, just as long as Rayth got fed and cared for. My long, curly, unwashed mess of hair was tied back with a slim rope I had found embedded in a crack inside out house. The leangth of my hair was unrealistic. The very tip of my longest hair brushed my hips, but I couldn't afford a haircut unless I chose to do it myself. But I enjoyed my hair, the very soft, fragile curls that held no matter how many days I went without washing.
Walking along a clear path, bright eyes caught me off gaurd. I halted, raising and aiming my bow with a desire to bring down the deer. Delecately, but also within it a spark of power, I shot the arrow, and seconds later heard it smack into the soft tissue of the deer's heart. The heavy beast dropped to the ground, shaking the area around him awake. A small, satisfactory smile crossed my lips, and I went to examine my kill.