a deep intake of breath & she pulls her bow back tight , the ironwood groaning under the strain . she stands with perfect form --- stood with preternatural stillness that was equal parts training & the natural born instincts of the fae --- & the white speckled deer , grazing a hundred yards away , did not notice the arrow being aimed at its neck .
at least it didn’t , until a crack of a twig --- a sound that seemed like an explosion in the stillness around her , at least it was to her fae hearing --- alerted the beast & sent it running .
saélihn cursed , loud & viciously , as she spun around to find the cause of the noise ; spotting the male stood between the tears not even ten spaces away . she did not bother trying to hide her scowl .
‘ thanks for that , you just scared off my dinner . ’ // @omngd | s.c