When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
After returning to the Greatwood proper, Alina had been restless. So she'd grabbed her bow and arrows and took to the skies. Flitting from tree to tree, she scanned the ground. Eventually she spotted a set of tracks and a grin spread across her lips for a brief moment.
She followed it from the air. Making sure she was downwind of the potential prey, she followed its trail for a while. Then she spotted it: a stag, head bowed, munching on some leaves.
Grabbing an arrow, she nocked it and pulled the string back. Taking a deep breath, she aimed, and release it. Unfortunately, the deer moved at the last moment, and the arrow struck it in the flank instead of the heart.
It bolted, leaving a trail of blood behind it. Growling in annoyance, she followed the crimson droplets and puddles. It was faster than her, but with a wound like that she'd catch up to it when blood loss tired it out.
She followed it from the air. Making sure she was downwind of the potential prey, she followed its trail for a while. Then she spotted it: a stag, head bowed, munching on some leaves.
Grabbing an arrow, she nocked it and pulled the string back. Taking a deep breath, she aimed, and release it. Unfortunately, the deer moved at the last moment, and the arrow struck it in the flank instead of the heart.
It bolted, leaving a trail of blood behind it. Growling in annoyance, she followed the crimson droplets and puddles. It was faster than her, but with a wound like that she'd catch up to it when blood loss tired it out.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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