Starting Date and Time: 12th Day of Crimsia, just before dusk
Starting Location: In the forest north of Silent Rise
CS URLs: Samuel Spark
A pair of feline eyes watched from their hiding point, high in the bough of a tree, as the herd of Aurora Horns passed idly by. The Moon Fey woman had been stalking them for the better part of two days now, learning their movements and habits, watching to see if any of them were weaker or older, and could easily be separated. Unlike most other deer breeds in this forest, the males tended to stay with the herd, except in rutting season. Their horns were very useful and valuable but very hard to acquire. These were the fastest and smartest deer, and the antlers needed to be cut from their heads before they died, or they simply crumbled to dust. After all, their horns were as strong as steel, and could hold a sharper edge.
She watched as the head of one of the deer standing guard along the tail of the herd stopped, its ears twitching and eyes searching. It had definitely heard something. Frigette knew that it wasn't her, and cast her eyes in the direct the deer was looking as well. If it was another hunter, careless in their tracking, she was going to tan their hide, especially if he startled the entire herd. Quietly she moved through the branches, silently from tree to tree, closer to the source of the noise, keeping an eye on the herd, who were on alert, but not yet fleeing.
Passing over the deep brush, where she assumed the noise came from, she saw the source. There was a male drow, there beyond the brush. She could see he had a bow with him, and a dagger as well. He didn't appear as completely clumsy as a complete greenhorn, but still had plenty to learn. Mulling over what to do, she decided to stop him before he spooked her quarry. She scurried down the backside of the tree, knowing her own skill would keep her unnoticed by the drow, so long as she stayed behind those heat sensing eyes. But even then, her own race were colder, so she might even still blend in. Silently drawing her own dagger, she moved in total silence until she was right behind him, until suddenly, her dagger was pressed against his neck, her hand gripping one of his wrists. She hissed lightly through her teeth, "If you want to keep your skin, be completely silent." She pulled him slowly backward, further away from her prey, until she was confident they were well out of earshot.
Turning him around to face her, cold, glacier blue eyes glaring at him, "Why are you spooking my prey?"
Starting Location: In the forest north of Silent Rise
CS URLs: Samuel Spark
A pair of feline eyes watched from their hiding point, high in the bough of a tree, as the herd of Aurora Horns passed idly by. The Moon Fey woman had been stalking them for the better part of two days now, learning their movements and habits, watching to see if any of them were weaker or older, and could easily be separated. Unlike most other deer breeds in this forest, the males tended to stay with the herd, except in rutting season. Their horns were very useful and valuable but very hard to acquire. These were the fastest and smartest deer, and the antlers needed to be cut from their heads before they died, or they simply crumbled to dust. After all, their horns were as strong as steel, and could hold a sharper edge.
She watched as the head of one of the deer standing guard along the tail of the herd stopped, its ears twitching and eyes searching. It had definitely heard something. Frigette knew that it wasn't her, and cast her eyes in the direct the deer was looking as well. If it was another hunter, careless in their tracking, she was going to tan their hide, especially if he startled the entire herd. Quietly she moved through the branches, silently from tree to tree, closer to the source of the noise, keeping an eye on the herd, who were on alert, but not yet fleeing.
Passing over the deep brush, where she assumed the noise came from, she saw the source. There was a male drow, there beyond the brush. She could see he had a bow with him, and a dagger as well. He didn't appear as completely clumsy as a complete greenhorn, but still had plenty to learn. Mulling over what to do, she decided to stop him before he spooked her quarry. She scurried down the backside of the tree, knowing her own skill would keep her unnoticed by the drow, so long as she stayed behind those heat sensing eyes. But even then, her own race were colder, so she might even still blend in. Silently drawing her own dagger, she moved in total silence until she was right behind him, until suddenly, her dagger was pressed against his neck, her hand gripping one of his wrists. She hissed lightly through her teeth, "If you want to keep your skin, be completely silent." She pulled him slowly backward, further away from her prey, until she was confident they were well out of earshot.
Turning him around to face her, cold, glacier blue eyes glaring at him, "Why are you spooking my prey?"
