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Inktober 2017 - “Filthy”

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Local asura questions her own sanity regarding her cousin’s motives / habits

[cabin-dweller]

Beast Hunting

//Starter for @ranger-turrii !! Hope you’ll like it, dear :>c

Isolde was reclining gently on the old yew tree by the crossroad, eyes skimming over the pages of an elderly book for yet another hour. She was reading up on the legends of old, trying to memorize their contents for the umpteenth time. Below, the flock of her geese was reclining happily, socializing or picking at the grass in search of seeds. All was quiet except for the wind - and a small sandpapery whirr and a squeak, sounding almost like a... bow.

Closing the book and leaning out off the elderly yew, Isolde peered at the tall grass with a confused blink. Had she imagined it?

A bow near her flock was the last thing she wanted. These were her special trained geese; not an ordinary expendable flock. Her eyes skimmed over the sea of yellowed stems in search of the weaponsmaster behind the instrument, but found nothing but bobbing yellow. Hmm...

However, just as she'd thought she'd misheard or imagined things, she was surprised and startled to indeed find  them. Perched cleverly between the grasses, ears flattened against her head, sat a leather-clad crossbow-wielder. Her cream fur and bunned blnde hair blended in with the surroundings perfectly, much like Isolde's bottle-green cloak hid her between the soft evergreen of the Yew's needles. The crossbow string was taut in its holder, the female's hand arranged on the trigger. Oh boy.

However, the thing Isolde noticed before she called out to stop shooting, was that the huntress wasn't aiming for neither her nor the birds. She was turned just a little bit away from facing them, as well as a littler bit up.

The girl pulled her eyes away from her target, and their eyes met, blue on yellow. Then she refocused, and pulled the trigger - the bolt shooting out in a straight line, sailing past the yew, sailing past the geese, and embedding itself within something... Alive?

There was a savage scream, the booming kind that only really big and angry monsters make when they are fatally wounded. The geese scrambled collectively to their feet, scattering in fear with their own terrified screes. Dropping the book to the ground below and paying it no mind at all, Isolde turned around on the balls of her feet to get a look behind her, trying not to fall off the tree in the process.

What was going on?!

//What is happeningun. Omg. I leave some of the explanation to you, as well as the monster type :D

[cabin-dweller]

//art trade with the amazing @ask-veigar! 

//featuring their OC, Turrii, found here -> @ranger-turrii