Anahita
The sun rose like a dull jewel, coloring the morning mists. Ana made a still figure, wrapped snugly in a long, gray, woolen coat, its hems and edges stained by the earth and grass. Her hair flowed freely, tangled around twisting horns.
Beneath the fabric, her muscles pulsed, warm and sore. She had let slip into a familiar trance, stalking across the plains, persistent and unrelenting, sniffing at a beast's tracks. Then, as if with the snap of a finger, she spotted the ship as it dropped anchor, and forgot all about her quarry.
Now she stood, gaze fixed, and watched the figure making its way across the shore, past the bone-made bridge and right in front of the thicket of trees that concealed the blood-hungry Ancient. That was when green eyes saw the glint of horns standing sharp on the stranger's head, and her interest turned a different hue.
She saw the Ancient grip her blades, she saw her muscles tense in preparation for the kill, she could almost smell the fanged, focused hunger in the air... And with a mischievous smirk and matching lilt in her voice, hoarse from hours spent in silence, she stepped out into the clearing and broke the tension like a cat toppling a vase.
"You'll give someone a fright lurking like that."
Beneath the fabric, her muscles pulsed, warm and sore. She had let slip into a familiar trance, stalking across the plains, persistent and unrelenting, sniffing at a beast's tracks. Then, as if with the snap of a finger, she spotted the ship as it dropped anchor, and forgot all about her quarry.
Now she stood, gaze fixed, and watched the figure making its way across the shore, past the bone-made bridge and right in front of the thicket of trees that concealed the blood-hungry Ancient. That was when green eyes saw the glint of horns standing sharp on the stranger's head, and her interest turned a different hue.
She saw the Ancient grip her blades, she saw her muscles tense in preparation for the kill, she could almost smell the fanged, focused hunger in the air... And with a mischievous smirk and matching lilt in her voice, hoarse from hours spent in silence, she stepped out into the clearing and broke the tension like a cat toppling a vase.
"You'll give someone a fright lurking like that."
