29 September 2012
A soft warm lull hung over the air, much like sent of the dewy woodland trees that surrounded him. Taking a quick glance to the west, he noted the setting sun. His next, would have to be his last. Stepping lightly across the green leaf littered ground, he sorted each movement into animal categories in his mind. The smell, the noise, even taste of the air would help him to identify what hid beneath the hectic shrubbery that laid out before him. Deer was near, the slow meaningful steps drew closer, as if curious, but the lightness of the sound meant deer was all it could be. Slowly drawing a arrow from his quiver, and notching onto his bow, the shape drew closer. Drawing the string back to anchor at his mouth, his hand shook slightly. There was something not quite right. Perhaps not a deer. Closing one eye, he took aim, hearing the usual thwap noise of his weapon, and the thud over his kill. Running over in excitement then in dread as long blonde hair, a pale face and a powder blue dress came within sight. It wasn't a deer... Dear.
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