When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Finally, Alina caught up to her quarry. As she did, she frowned and rubbed her eyes with her free hand. She must still be recovering from her stint in the dust storm, as she could've sworn the deer she was hunting was a stag. However, a doe was standing before her, staggering from the wound and from blood loss.
It was too late now for the Fae to fix her mistake. The easiest thing would be to put the creature out of its misery. Taking out an arrow, the huntress nocked it and pulled the string back to her ear.
Then she loosed it. However, as she did a flash of movement caught her eye. She twisted with surprise and her shot went wide, thunking into a tree trunk. It was just a fox, though, and she grinned, pulling out another arrow.
It was too late now for the Fae to fix her mistake. The easiest thing would be to put the creature out of its misery. Taking out an arrow, the huntress nocked it and pulled the string back to her ear.
Then she loosed it. However, as she did a flash of movement caught her eye. She twisted with surprise and her shot went wide, thunking into a tree trunk. It was just a fox, though, and she grinned, pulling out another arrow.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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