| Subject: Femmora stalks out silently, her auds swivel listening for any movement... |
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Date Posted: 16:09:53 08/02/02 Fri
The small woman steps from her territory into Crystal Falls. The mists surround her, as she puts her gaurd up for any danger lurking in it's midst. Pulling her bow off her shoulder, she plucks an arrow from its satchel, and fixs it into it's cradle on the bow. Holding it in front of her she stalks out, deadly quiet, her soft leather boots making nay, a sound. A bush rustles nearby, and she swings around catlike, to aim her arrow. A small weasle is emmited, and soon it lies still. She bends over the creature, and bows her head. I bid the thanks for thou's sacrifice. She pulls her arrow out and places it back in her satchel, throwing her bow back over her shoulder. She picks up the mammal, and takes it to the thundering falls, hopping swiftly from rock to rock, with the grace of a doe. Standing on a large granite, in the middle of the channel, she crouches down, long white tail of thick fur, swishing slightly in the water. Taking out a small handcarved knife she begins to clean the weasle for later provision.
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