Thread: The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

Unmounting Granite Zara gripped her weapon of choice and smiled sadistically. Im just looking forward to getting something good to eat. Her watering mouth already anticipated the meal that would soon come to her. I will need help carrying my kill if its large. I will call for you when needed. The same goes to you. Gripping at a quiver she readied her bow, crouching down stealthily as her journey began. The sun was beating down on the top of her scalp, making it hard to try and not pant. She couldnt risk being caught. Luckily the shade from the assorted trees brought shade, allowing the pursuit to be cooler than before. Avians happily chirped their own unique songs, finding potential lovers for their spring mating-fest. At least it dimmed down the sound of her footsteps. It was far too hot for any wanderers to be out in the open. It would be smart for any animal to stay put in a well-shaded area, meaning Zara would have to travel further into the heart of the forest if it meant to grab a meal. It would be risky to tread but it had to be done. Exhaling, she lowered her weapons and jogged fourth to pass the time. Ten minutes passed before the sunlight was barely witness through the branches of tree leaves, the air serener and more pleasant. A contorted Oak Tree stood high from the ground, thick branches wailing outwards with thick moss shielding the wood. There she took it upon herself to climb the monstrous Oak, perching on a high branch as she waited for her victim to stroll by. An occasional squirrel made its way through the grass, scavenging up unalike trees in search of a nut. Zara mastered her surreptitiousness, her breathing almost halted to a stop as her ears jerked in the directions of reverberations. Twenty minutes passed and she was in the same position, unmoving and patiently waiting. It had paid off when a decently sized buck cavorted in the shade. With a steady hand she brought her arrow up, the quiver locked in place as her left eye closed, concentrating on the chest of her target. He moved unknowingly, grazing at the grass as he went his way. But his awareness slipped as he stopped his movements, head turning in the direction of a bush rustling. Then she would elegantly remove her grip on the string, the arrow whizzing past her face as its mark was met with succession. It has stiffened up, unaware of what had happened to him until the life from its eyes turned grey. Collapsing, the sound if its fall muffled by the ground underneath. Excitedly the feline climbed down, racing towards her dinner. A smug smile wiped against her face, the buck still warm and his muscle tender and loose. If only Amarok could see how talented I truly am. Her nose stuck up thinking she was the shit. The arrow pierced the buck directly in his heart, and that even surprised Zara for her skill. Bending down she would grip at her arrow, using her foot to hold the buck in place as she tugged violently to remove it. Rustling came from the bush again, Zara ending her movements to lock her eyes on the movements. A mother boar and two of her young came out, snorting as they made their entrance. Zara attempted to stay as still as possible, but the boar had already acknowledged her presence. The young wailed out in the sight of something different, and in protection the mother charged without a hint at the feline. With eyes widening, Zara bolted towards the Oak, her bow stationed on the ground where she had left it by the buck. Amarok! She shrieked out, fear coating her words as she clawed at the bark. Her left foot dangled briefly enough for the mother boar to grip at her ankle, causing an unsettling screech to resonate through the forest from Zara. AMAROK! She managed to yell out again, using her other foot to try and kick off the feral pig, blood seeping from her new wounds. Her heart raced, unknowing if the wolf could hear her once she was deep within the heart of the forest.