hunters of artemis | {aza/dars} blitz
Jun 10, 2018 12:46:42 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jun 10, 2018 12:46:42 GMT -5
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Hunters of the night held secrets in their hearts. They lurked within shadows, prowling forward, animals in their own right. There was a stark contrast to those who did their work in the day, with their golden prides and their love of attention. Day hunts were for those who killed for sport.
Night hunting was so that no one would ever know exactly what happened.
Mackenzie and Max had climbed tree after tree as the dying embers of day settled into ash, their bows resting neatly on their knees as the silence of evening became a chorus of midnight. Darkness shrouding them, they waited for the animals they were not technically supposed to kill to wander into their lines of sight, and they fired.
No light, no witnesses.
Here, there was no midnight. A hunter of Artemis had no home in a city that did not sleep, and Mackenzie did not feel safe with so many eyes upon him. It was true, he had his secrets. But, to survive this, he would have to keep them. Even as they begged for him to let them out; even as they clawed at his throat until it was ragged, until he tasted blood in his mouth. He would keep his silence, when people asked him how he learned to shoot.
An eye flicked to the camera just above his head as he notched an arrow, pulled back on the draw string. He pointed his arrow right at the target's heart, exhaled, then aimed about three inches to the right, and fired. It landed where he desired, not in the center, not even close enough for people to think he was a gifted marksman.
He would keep his secrets, because if he did not, they would take his tongue or his family to make sure he kept them forever and ever thereafter.
He nodded to the girl next to him. She was all legs, tall and dark and strong. Something about her was off-putting, like she was waiting for a reason to fight. The slightest provocation and he may not have been surprised to find her fist buried into his nose, so he simply decided not to provoke her.
"I don't know you," he said simply, curiously, "My name is Mackenzie."