Thread: Innocence beneath the moon

Callista listened with curious ears as he went over each pelt. So this Zebra skin was not very durable, she could only guesse it was a prey animal.. and equine judging by the pelt. She did as he suggested and picked up another tiger, A bengal this time.. the beutiful black stripes on the white fur would go well with the albino pelt. She held up the albino fur, the two tiger and the black panther furs to her chest, letting her hood slip off her head so she could rub her face in the furs. So soft.. and their smell. Oh she just loved the smell of a pure, untamed animal. Something about them brought a thrill to her body. Big predators were her favorite. She often hoped her father would bring her on one of the great bear hunts.. though she doubted that would ever happen. But this man traveled far and wide.. had seen and taken many wild animals. She had to say, his life sounded like a dream. Oh, Your life sounds so exciting. It must be very rewarded to be such a skilled hunter.. able to travel to many exotic areas.. take on the largest and the most brutal of animals. Her eyes widened as he continued, offering to teach her some of his tricks. She paid now attention to the cowering dog at her feet. Adda was scared yes, but she did not leave her side. If Callista was paying attention she would have found this to be a warning.. Adda was a very wise old girl. But no, The young huntress was too excited at the idea of learning from an older.. and very handsome hunter. She immediatly excepted his offer, running off back home to get her chores done.. with the promise of arriving bright and early. Working all night, there were no chores to be done in the morning. Fastening her corset around her chest, pinning her wings to her back.. she covered them both in a leather shirt and a fur coat over it. Mother wouldnt let her take any chances, making her cover her wings the best she could. It was uncomfortable, but Callista was convinced they were too much of on oddity.. they made her self consciouse. She knew dad hated them, and it made her feel rejected and ugly. Not letting that get in the way, she hurried over to rough looking trader. She followed his teaching very closely.. she was extremely focus. Her eyes did travel every now and then.. when a muscle flexed or the light hit that beautiful golden hair. She would never admit it, but she enjoyed his company so greatly. It was a great dissapointment when he left, but he had sparked a new inspiration in Callista. In the next weeks to come, the young huntress worked on her chores and on the new pelts she had but when she was not working, she snuck off into the forest. One day, she noticed an over-accumulating amount of scat and the high musk of a male. Judging by the size of the scat, she knew there had to be some large creature by the edge of the forest. Bodies were showing up even worse then usual. Callista was not warned away by the signs, for they only sparked her curiosity. She had the town blacksmith make her blade, and she wondered into the woods every night hunting this large creature.. but never once did she find it. The furs that she had been working on were crafted in a new way. Tight leather pants, with padding around the knees and ankles were made from one of their older bulls. With the leftover leather, boots were made, padded with the fur of the bengal tiger. A leather hunting top was made, and behind her mothers back she cut slits in the back to slip her wings through. It was lined with the black pelt of the panther. Bracers were made with a combination of left over tiger pelts and scraps of leather. Last but not least, the coat of the albino hung over her for, covering her shoulders all the way up to the hood that was placed over her head. With her bow and arrow slung around her back.. she was ready for some real practice. The next night, Callista stayed awake long enough to watched her mother and father go to sleep. And as the night turned pitch black, she snuck through the curtains on her window, making her way back towards the barn. The young girl scaled all the way up to the top and pulled her coat off, hanging it neatly by her side. A sigh of releif escaped her lips as her pale white wings unfurled from their cramped state, stretching out at around four across per wing. Unsheathing her bow, she docted and arrow an took aim. As soon as she released, the horrid sound of rock burrying into flesh filled the air as it met its mark. About an hour or so went by before she finally climbed down to collect the bodies. She would pull out the arrows and wash each one. As for the bodies, she would toss them to the woods and blame it on wolves.. they had plenty of chickens to spare anyway... and they made perfect target practice.