She turned to him briefly from the tracks, as he silently offered her his bow and arrow. Happily, she took it, following Alistair to where he moved toward the creature they had tracked. Her sapphire gaze slipping from him and his broad shoulders to the large buck in a small clearing. Breathing quietly, her eyes remained on the buck as Alistair moved behind her, gently guiding her aim. She nocked the arrow into the bow and took aim, her eyes resting on the buck where his heart would be.
Pulling the arrow back, she silently prayed that she could still shoot well. She steadied her breathing and let the arrow fly – despite her aim being for the beast’s heart, it zinged through the woods, nailing the buck in the neck. Cursing under her breath, she urged Alistair for another arrow while the buck began to react. It had fallen, but it was scrambling up yet again to run, and she focused further, blocking out all other thoughts as she nocked the next arrow.
Perhaps it was urgency, or the fact she was better at hunting moving targets, but the buck had begun to move, ready to run to safety when Rexanna let the next arrow fly. Silently, she watched as the arrow hit her target yet again, but this time through the lungs and into the heart. Of course, the deer was strong but it wouldn’t last long with those kinds of injuries. She exhaled quietly though her nose as the deer moved yet again and stumbled, trying to make it to cover before collapsing. “It won’t make it.” She announced quietly, offering him a small smile before moving from their place in the woods to follow the deer until it couldn’t go any further.
RexannA
just because you are soft,
doesn't mean you're not a force.
honey and wildfire are both the color gold.
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