Time Stamp: 60th of Winter
Where: The Unforgiving
Who: Aela
Where: The Unforgiving
Who: Aela
It was another cold day of winter in the Unforgiving. Heavy snow fell from the sky throughout the day and found it's home amongst the trees and ground below it. The snow caked the most where it fell in uneven terrain, and leveled off in a sea of white as far as the land spread. Aela raced through the forest, boots slamming into the thick snow as she forced her way through. The long hair on her head seemed to glow, a fiery blaze wavering violently as she moved through the trees. The bow and quiver at her back clanked loudly together, bouncing around against her armor with each move she made.
The little huntress was on the trail of her prey. An adult elk stray, or left behind from the rest in it's group. It was the first one she had spotted in weeks, and would be the most meat she had eaten the whole winter. Aela knew that she had to catch this one, she had to take advantage of the lone wanderer if only to increase her own survival for days more in the harsh winter. But the elk wouldn't make it easy and she had already placed two arrows in it's back, but it refused to go down.
The tiny Inartan continued to run behind it, pushing her body ever forward, even though she was almost out of breath. Aela did what she had to and kept the elk in sight always. She darted in between trees, jumped over snow covered bulky roots, and pushed herself through bushes. The teen would not lose sight of her meal, and she would chase it through every inch of the Unforgiving until it stopped long enough for her to squeeze off a good shot. Chimes past and the hunt continued until it appeared that she had finally lost sight of it.
Near exhausted, Aela stumbled to a stop and breathed heavily as she leaned over, and placed her hands on her knees. She was tired and felt a sharp pain rising in her chest as she breathed in and out. Her legs shook and even after a chime she was still panting to catch her breath. A sudden low sound of movement caught her attention. The little huntress was always wary of such sounds. There were many things in the forest looking for a meal and she always had to be careful.
Once she had her breath back, Aela slowly crept behind the closest tree and peeked from behind it to see where the noise had been from. In the short distance, standing in the opening and only flanked by a few trees to either side was the elk that she had been chasing. Slowly the teen removed her bow from her shoulder and leaned down to crouch beside the tree. Numb fingers moved to her quiver and pulled an arrow free. Aela kept her eyes on the elk as she allowed her fingers to work and notch the arrow to the bow she held.
She lifted the bow and aimed the head of the arrow on her target. The girl took her time with this shot, she needed to make it count or else she'd be off on another chase, if she could even run anymore at all. The elk moved a little to the right where the tree it had been closest too was now in full view. Aela froze in place, staring hard at the strange snow covered lump at the bottom of the tree. At first she thought it a large root that had grown out of the ground, but as she continued to look at it she saw something else. There were limbs and fur, which made her think that it was an animal, possibly a dead wolf.
However a moment longer and her eyes focused in on hands, boots, and a head...It was human. Suddenly the elk turned and scampered off into the brush, leaving Aela alone with the frozen ice. As hungry as she was, the girl wasn't interested in the elk anymore. She stood up slowly and moved from behind the tree. She crossed over to the body and kneeled down in front of it to look closer. Who was it? Why were they in the forest? The first thing she noticed was dark colored hair, and strange clothing. It was a foreigner, no one she knew and not an Endal either.
Aela felt a bit calmer now as she realized that he wasn't from the city. If it had been an Endal, then they would probably send someone out to find him, in which case they might find her as well. But that wasn't the case, and she felt a wave of relief come over her with that knowledge. But there was still the question of who the man was, and why he was out in the Unforgiving alone. His skin was blueish and snow covered much of his clothing and hair. She started to rank through the bits of snow and look through his clothing, for anything of use when she glanced up and noticed that he had opened his eyes.
He was alive...