The Huntress and The Hunted
(This is for me and Muora)
It was a rather brisk evening, the sun having just started to set. Yet already it seemed almost eerily quiet, with no animals to be seen playing in the woods around her. The breeze flowed easily through the trees, causing the leaves rustle softly and then fall from their branches as they always did in autumn. The huntresses breath could easily be seen, in such cold weather. Which caused the woman to have to control her breathing in order to keep from getting detected by the beast which she was hunting. She had been tracking this particular lycan for over a week, at the very least.
The town that hired her has recently had many lycan sightings. Although there was not many attacks, if any, the town was filled with small children and weak villages that had not even the first clue on how to hunt lycans. Or as the normal people called them werewolves. Jolene had been taught the art of hunting lycans for years, belonging to a small group of hunters, which although they saw the dangers of such beasts and also the beauty in them as well. After all someone had to keep the beast in line, or else the normal population would start to decline quickly. Their code was simple, unless the beast was near a town, it was not to be hunted by Jolene or anyone of her group. However if it was near a town, it was a danger to the humans.
Looking down at the tracks left from her beast, Jolene let out a soft sigh standing up slowly. Her dark green eyes looking at the woods around her, she as pulled her long sandy blonde hair that reached the small of her back into a ponytail. Even with her hair up it still reached down to the shoulders of the thin, slightly pale skinned huntress. She pulled at the collar of the deep brown leather overcoat she was wearing over the dark blue long sleeved shirt and black pants she was wearing. Ignoring the thoughts that ran through her mind, Jolene started walking farther into the woods quietly.