Solo Masked Prey

[Athaera]

68th of Summer, 514 AV

The instant Athaera left the city gates, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders. The bustle and noise of the city fell away as she left the crowds for the more peaceful, yet wild nature. It was chaotic, but followed a sort of pattern... you just had to find it.

As she followed the road to the Bronze woods, she walked along the path she'd seen many times before, but it was always beautiful. As she made her way to the woods, she began to stray from the path, rather following trails made by animals instead of humans. After walking for about half an hour, she heard a rustling in the bushes up ahead.

[Athaera]

A little grey creature the size of a cat with a striped tail and what looked like a mask crawled out. Athaera recognised it as a raccoon immediately. She reached for her quiver on her back, pulling out her bow and an arrow. The small masked creature did a sort of hiss-growl at her, bearing two rows of viciously sharp teeth.

Were Raccoons edible? Athaera was pretty sure that they were, and was positive that at least their pelts were useful for keeping warm or decoration. The real question was, did they even taste good?

Athaera backed up as it advanced forward, continuing to hiss and growl. She set her arrow into the bow, pulling back until the strings were taut. She closed one eye to help her focus more, aiming the arrow at the hissing creature. Letting go, she watched as it flew through the air, impaling into it's left hind leg.

The Raccoon hiss-growled again, but this time in agony rather than threat. Athaera watched as it tried to limp away, but was already grabbing another arrow, before she set it in her bow, pulled back, and hit it square in the side.

[Athaera]

The Raccoon was letting out more hiss-growls, this time in pain rather than threateningly. Athaera approached it carefully, because it could still bite her, and probably would if given the opportunity. Slowly, the growls and hisses faded, replaced by the eerie silence death always brought.

When she finally thought it was dead, she approached it, pulling her arrows out. She picked up a fallen leaf that was starting to turn brown, and wiped the blood off the tips. She slipped them back in her quiver, along with the bow. Picking up the cat-sized grey corpse, she carried it back to the city.

[Archailist]

Athaera :

Skills:

• +1 Hunting
• +1 Weapon: Short Bow

Lores:

• Hunting: Racoon

Notes :

Very short thread, so I gave it all I could! Hope you enjoy!

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