More Like A Sister || Allison & Kate
Allison walks swiftly through the woods near her house, quiver hanging on her shoulder and bow clenched tight in her fist. The sun is just above the horizon, casting just enough light through the trees so the huntress can walk the path back to her home. An eerie wind sends chills down Allison's spine, the leaves on the trees rustling loud from each gust.
A twig snapping in the distance echoes through the forest, causing Allison to whip around and scan her surroundings, clever eyes adjusting to the dimming light of the late hours. She knows better than to call out, to ask if someone is there. A foe wouldn't bother answering, neither would friend if they were trying to scare her. Plus the possibility of it being just a woodland creature left calling out rather pointless. Allison makes out a figure coming towards her, making her take a step back and get ready to reach for her arrows.