The large deer stood there, not ten feet away. Taking aim with her spear, Sauche, a rogue elf of the woodlands, was ready to hurl her weapon into the stag's body. The stag continued to graze, unaware of the huntress, alone as the moon in the sky since the orcs killed her parents. It knew not of her presence in the preserve. Nor did anyone else or she would have surely been thrown into jail. Not that she cared. She served her own purposes and not the king's, and would rather die than live a boring life planned by anyone but herself.
"That's right, I hope you enjoy your last meal as much as I'll enjoy my next," she thought.
She smirked and stepped foreward. Silently creeping towards the animal. Her hair, tied back in a ponytail that mingled with braids interlaced with feathers and leather straps, caught the sun in a subtle but beautiful way.
"HEY YOU! OVER THERE!" a voice cried. The stag looked up, startled, and bounded away. Sauche sighed and glanced around. Who had made that noise? A guard most likely. She rose and readied herself to run. She searched silently with her eyes. Where were those guards, were they even shouting at her? She sank back into the grass and prepared to creep away without being caught now that her prey had fled.
Too late.
A strong arm grabbed her from behind.
[ March 11, 2002: Message edited by: Gilthalion ]
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