Find Peace in the Green Glades of your Ancestors (Faye)

[Syrin]

Time Stamp: Day 10, Fall, 512AV Location: Wilderness surrounding Thunder Bay Staring out into the soupy mist, Syrin frowns to himself at his luck. This hunting been a disaster ever since he started it three days ago. The weather has been a steady drizzle for the past last two days, and now this cursed fog has just rolled into shore from the bay, and to make matters worse, Syrin broke three bow strings over a course of the first day. He was almost about to call the entire trip off and forget his sorrows over a pint of ale in Thunder Bay, but this morning he had a feeling that he should try hunting again in the morning. Syrin fidgets a little bit in his perch in the tree as he watches the ground below him for any movement. Moving a stray piece of damp hair from his eyes, he suddenly sees the fog thin for a second, and he sees a buck walk into the clearing in front of him. A half smirk appears on his face and he reaches back and pulls a hunting arrow from his quiver. He knocks the arrow and leans up on trunk of the tree for support for the shot. He knows he will probably miss the deer with this shot, but also he knows how skittish deer tend to be. He is worried if he drops to the ground to get a better shot. The deer will hear him and run into the fog. With his right hand, he knocks the arrow to the bow string, and he raises the bow with his left hand. Now his left arm is straight aligned with the buck, he draws back the string with his right lining the tip of the arrow with the neck of deer. Watching the deer, he sees some thick fog roll through the clearing, but when the fog is gone, he notices the deer turned slightly and it's is now in line with his arrow head. He decides he will never make the shot in the neck with his positioning and the fog. He decides to move his shot to the abdomen of the beast. He thinks a quick prayer to Sulrav. Now all his focus is now on this shot, he lets go of the string and the arrow sails to its destination. Syrin watches the arrow sail towards the deer, but he notices the shot wasn't perfect at all as veers slightly to the left, but luckily the arrow hits the target in the hip. He watches the deer stumble slightly by the sudden impact, and it turns it head to its attacker. Syrin make his move and jumps down from the tree. He lands on his feet, but he looses his balance and stumbles forward. He reaches back and grabs another arrow, but the deer has already made it escape into the fog. He runs forward to the spot where the deer stood with the arrow still knocked in his bow. When he comes to the spot, he notices a puddle of blood on the ground, and he figures the deer must not be far. He looks into the direction the deer went and notices the deer is leaving a trail of blood to follow. He starts jogging in the direction of the deer. He jumps over a log and starts following the trail. While running through the forest, he notices a slight wind start to blow through the forest, and he can start to see sunlight peek through the thinning fog. He stops suddenly when he notices a big puddle of blood dripping from a rock. He looks left than right of the puddle of blood, and he notices the blood trail start heading left. He remembers that is the direction of the shoreline, and he decides to pursue his prize. As he is running, he suddenly hears three loud howls echo through the forest, but the howls didn't sound like any wolves he has ever heard before. Knowing now this hunt has turned into a race, Syrin swears in Denvali, and he quicken his pace through the thinning fog. Syrin hears the surf of the ocean off in the distance, and the blood trail is heading in the same direction. The howls are still a distance off, but they are moving closer at a alarming rate. Suddenly he carelessly stumbles over a upturned root, and he lands face first in the mud. Hearing the creatures getting closer, he growls at his clumsiness, and he gets back to his feet and starts his pursuit again. Eventually the forest gives way to the agate beach of Thunder Bay. He sees his prize now laying motionless on the agates as he gets closer. He notices the deer is not quite dead, so once he is by the buck. He slows down and sets his bow on the ground. He pulls out the dagger from its scabbard on his hip, and he kneels down by the next of the dying beast head. He frowns when the howls start getting closer, and he looks into the pleading eyes of his prey. He can almost see the questions of Why me? as it stares up into Syrin's muddy face. Syrin looks at his prey and says soothingly to deer in Denvali, “Don't fear death my friend since it is just the first step in your long journey into the afterlife. Find peace in the green glades of your ancestors.” With saying his last words, he slits the throat of his kill. The deer twitches suddenly than goes limp on the beach of Thunder Bay. Syrin stands up and takes a rag from his pocket, and he wipes his blade clean. He hears the howls getting closer, and he shelves his dagger. He takes out two broad tipped arrows from his quiver and puts them tip first in the agate beach, and he takes a third one out, brings it to his bow string, and he knocks the arrow in the string. He walks in front of his kill, and he protectively stands guard over his prey. He frowns when the howls our almost to the beach, and he says to himself in Denvali, “Well, Avora Syrin may your sword find peace this day.”

[Faye Shakath]

A eagle's cry broke out across the forest.

At first, it was distant. The sound only seemed to be a whisper that the tree's might have spoken. But as the howls grew louder, closing in the man and his kill, the eagle's call matched their intensity.

Alas, it was the wolves that first boke out of the tree line closest to the beach. Each of their golden eyes bore hungerly into the man who stood against with them with nothing but a bunch of sticks and string. How a bunch of pointy sticks match against their carnal claws and devistatingly sharp theeth. They had no fear of this man. There was one of him and six of them. They would have his body and the buck's too to feast on tonight.

Making yipping sounds between their menacing growls, the began to fan out to block of any escape if the man wished to flee. His two legs would never outmatch their four. This would be a great hunt indeed. . .

Then the beating of wings met their ears. The two in the back craned their necks around to see a giant bird coming straight for them! Fire burned in his own golden eyes like it did in the moutain. But his wasn't the only eyes alight. The woman that rode atop the great beast also had that fury in her own deep cobalt eyes. Turning on the greater threat, the wolves split even farther apart to make it harder to take out more than one of them at a time. This giant bird would not outmatch them either! They were proud wolves!

They barked and growled at their new enemy as it started to decend upon them. The girls hair was like a giant flame that blew out in great, long waves around a porcline face warped in a snarl. Her angular features made her look fierce with her sting and sticks pointed at them. But no matter how feral the beauty looked, they still stood strong against the on-coming attack.

And like lightening striking the trees, the eagle crashed upon the ground. With his talons extend, he grasped the hunting party leader right in his grasp as if he were a fish in the sea. The male wolf didn't even have enough time to scramble out of the way. With hardly any effort, the dire eagle began to beat his mighty wings to take back off into the sky. While he was taking off, the young girl atop the black eagle's back let loose an arrow that stuck the left flank wolf right in the side of his skull.

Howls of anger rose as the wolves now began to scattered out of fear and panic. Without their leader, they tried to assemble around the next in command. Peltting across the ground to their kin, another arrow was let off by the female archer. To their reliefe, she missed. As the eagle rose higher in the sky, their leader continued to call out out in terror. When they reached well above the tree line, the eagle dropped the wolf. He pawed at the air trying to run against the pull of gravity. But his strong legs were not enough and he hit the forest floor with a thud.

The four assembled again to take on the foe once more as he and his rider wheeled around for a second assult. That giant bird would not catch another! They were ready! When the eagle was within their rang, the furthmost wolf jumped up and successfully grabbed the left talon right it's mouth.

A cry of pain escaped the eagle's beak as he turned deftly at the last moment to snatch up another wolf. He yipped in fright and agony as the talons punctured his side right as the eagle began to ascend to the sky again. But instead of riding up into the sky again, the girl leaped nimbly from the eagle's back. She landed about five feet away from the other archer with a small thud. Quickly, she threw off her jacket for more mobility. The cold didn't even faze her though she only wore her vinati
and bryda.

Standing up straight with an arrow and her bow gripped firmly in her hand, she turned her piercing blue eyes to him, "Ready to take out the last three?"

((Sorry, I decided to add three more! Tell me if I need to change anything))