immortaldragoneye
Knight of Doom
It was a quiet day. Snow blanketed the ground, sun blocked off by the treetops, providing a calm shade. A deer trotted out, searching for any sort of food. Suddenly, a girl with long, braided, dark brown hair slowly stepped towards it, setting an arrow in her bow and pulling the string back to her cheek. She too, careful aim, the sharp arrow pointing right at the animal's stomach. After some waiting, she released the bow and it quickly brought the deer down. She stood up straight, which added to her tall figure.
She stepped towards her kill, pulling the arrow out and cleaning the fresh blood off. She grabbed the deer, and slung it over her shoulder. Fire Dancer, was this girl's name. She had been born and raised in a simple little clan, Crivona, that thrived well. Due to the cold season, meat was scarce. A simple fox would be just as rare as a rabbit.
Dancer wore a black bandanna over her mouth and nose, with worn down boots made of deer skin. She also wore long pants, and a shirt that had soft fur on the inside for warmth. She kept a small dagger inside of a hidden sheathe, so if she had to she would reducd to mele. Dancer finally entered the camp, after about five minutes or so. She headed straight to the butcher, who would prepare the deer. As she waited outside, she leaned against the wall.
After dropping the deer at her home, she went back out, three small bags on her person. She headed out of the camp, and to a burnt down forest. Her bright orange eyes scanned over the ashes, finally seeing what she came for; a rare, valuble plant that was worth a large amount of money if sold in the marketplace. Dancer ran over to it, carefully digging it out and stucking it into one of the bags, continuing on into another part of a different area.
She stepped towards her kill, pulling the arrow out and cleaning the fresh blood off. She grabbed the deer, and slung it over her shoulder. Fire Dancer, was this girl's name. She had been born and raised in a simple little clan, Crivona, that thrived well. Due to the cold season, meat was scarce. A simple fox would be just as rare as a rabbit.
Dancer wore a black bandanna over her mouth and nose, with worn down boots made of deer skin. She also wore long pants, and a shirt that had soft fur on the inside for warmth. She kept a small dagger inside of a hidden sheathe, so if she had to she would reducd to mele. Dancer finally entered the camp, after about five minutes or so. She headed straight to the butcher, who would prepare the deer. As she waited outside, she leaned against the wall.
After dropping the deer at her home, she went back out, three small bags on her person. She headed out of the camp, and to a burnt down forest. Her bright orange eyes scanned over the ashes, finally seeing what she came for; a rare, valuble plant that was worth a large amount of money if sold in the marketplace. Dancer ran over to it, carefully digging it out and stucking it into one of the bags, continuing on into another part of a different area.
