Post by amber4 on Apr 2, 2016 23:07:09 GMT
 | TRY NOT TO RUN FROM THIS FREEDOM ALWAYS HAS A PRICE TO PAY tagged: ash |
Niylah lived for the hunt, even in these dangerous times. The mountain was picking them off one by one while Azgeda was pushing Trikru back—expanding their territory. Niylah was no warrior though... She was merely a trader’s daughter. While her mother watched the shop with her father, she had time to take her mutt Swis out for a go at some of the bigger prey the woods had to offer. With her bow held and ready, she and the wolf dog silently made their way through the thick woods. Snow fell deep enough that the tracks of a rather large deer were clear. Tracking was simple enough. Even through the snow, Niylah’s steps were careful. Her mutt trailed behind her, but with a sharp bark Niylah’s attention was pulled away from tracking the beast. An arrow flew for her. By some miracle, it missed her head by a matter of inches. She drew back the bowstring—eyes searching for the hunter or warrior that attacked but before she had a chance to react Swis leaped at the Azgeda warrior.
“HOD OP!” she snarled at the pup moments before the warrior shot another arrow into the beasts chest. Niylah let out a snarl—a cry as she released the arrow she’d drawn. She shot the bastard clean through the neck. He fell hard, choking on blood while Niylah searched the trees for another. Adrenaline was running through her. She had no time for guilt or mourning as the two creatures lay dying. In the snow, their armor was so difficult to see, but a slight movement in the corner of her eye was enough. She let another arrow fly—hitting one of the attackers in the stomach before she moved closer. There were only two of them. One dead, the other dying and she knew she had to finish the job. Her hands shook as she stalked through the mess of chilled bush to get to her mark—but when she saw his face there was a moment of hesitation there. The arrow wasn’t fatal... seeing his face made killing the bastard that much more difficult, even if his partner killed her pet. Once again she drew, aiming the arrow at the man’s face as she hesitated. She was no murderer... or perhaps she was now.
“Get up,” she growled, not sure if he could. Hell, there could be more of them... there was something familiar about this one though.
“HOD OP!” she snarled at the pup moments before the warrior shot another arrow into the beasts chest. Niylah let out a snarl—a cry as she released the arrow she’d drawn. She shot the bastard clean through the neck. He fell hard, choking on blood while Niylah searched the trees for another. Adrenaline was running through her. She had no time for guilt or mourning as the two creatures lay dying. In the snow, their armor was so difficult to see, but a slight movement in the corner of her eye was enough. She let another arrow fly—hitting one of the attackers in the stomach before she moved closer. There were only two of them. One dead, the other dying and she knew she had to finish the job. Her hands shook as she stalked through the mess of chilled bush to get to her mark—but when she saw his face there was a moment of hesitation there. The arrow wasn’t fatal... seeing his face made killing the bastard that much more difficult, even if his partner killed her pet. Once again she drew, aiming the arrow at the man’s face as she hesitated. She was no murderer... or perhaps she was now.
“Get up,” she growled, not sure if he could. Hell, there could be more of them... there was something familiar about this one though.
