The forest was her cover, her element. The only place she could be herself. She had been allowed to go hunting without someone watching her back. She knew though, she knew her mother didn't trust her. Chrysanthe didn't blame her. She was quite the wild child.
Pulling the hood of her cloak down over her eyes she pulled a arrow from her quiver and held it at her side. Her target had yet to present itself so it was pointless walking around with her bow and arrow out. If she got frightened she might just shoot something and her Grandmother had taught her better then that.
Her Grandmother taught her patience and she taught her to pick and choose her battles using her brain not her emotions.
Walking quietly and silently as possible, the young amazonian warrior brought her arrow to her bow and aimed it at a target. One in the distance, it looked like a dog. A large dog at that. "Perfect," She whispered taking aim and pulling the string of her bow back. Shutting one eye to get a better shot, she waited for the right moment.
The perfect moment to shoot ending the life of her target.
After a minute the amazonian warrior released her arrow allowing it to zoom through the arrow nearly perfect and right on track.
The Arrow missed...
With the wolf, he had smelled her a long time ago. He had even followed her but lost her in the cover of the trees. She had been his meal ticket but it turned out that he was her meal ticket. Listening her every movement from where he stood in the distance. He waited until the moment she attacked. He always loved letting his prey believe that they had him.
As soon as the arrow was released he moved out of the way narrowly avoiding being hit. All he saw was red and a girl in a cloak.
Her swears fell on depth ears as she went to pull another arrow from her quiver. She had to shoot her target or else her mother, the Queen of the Illyrian Amazons wouldn't allow her to hunt by herself again. She would think she wasn't able to kill a simple single animal. Her pride would be hurt and she doubt she would be able to face the others.
"Come on Chrysanthe..." She raised her bow up along with the arrow, pulled the arrow back with the string of the bow and waited once more for the perfect moment. She wasn't going to miss this time. She was an Amazon Princess. A simple wolf shouldn't be hard for her to shoot down.
Counting in her head she waited until she heard the sound of a bird and she released her arrow. This time she wasn't going to miss. She was going to hit her target.
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