03-17-2017, 02:11 AM
It was a rather warm day for fall. The leaves in the trees were changing from green to reds, yellows, browns, and oranges. The grass was withering, turning brown as well. However, the sky was clear, not a cloud in sight. It was the perfect day for hunting in the forest.
Creeping along, Rowan Hood was on high alert, her bow drawn. Her brother had challenged her to bring back a deer, and she was determined to win. He was always teasing her, and she took every chance she had to out shine her older brother.
Hearing a twig snap, she drew an arrow and advanced towards the sound. Excitement coursed through her. If she managed to bring this deer down, it would be her first successful solo hunt. She wanted to make her father proud.
Moving closer, Rowan made sure to remain hidden. To be spotted down would mean to lose the deer. But when she spotted her prey, it wasn't what she was expecting. Standing there was a young boy, looking to be about ten years of age like herself. There was a bow on his back, but he didn't seem interested in hunting. He wore garments only the rich could afford.
Narrowing her eyes, Rowan stepped out of her hiding spot. "Who are you?" she demanded, her bow drawn to fire. The boy whirled around to face her.
Take it from here sultan!
Creeping along, Rowan Hood was on high alert, her bow drawn. Her brother had challenged her to bring back a deer, and she was determined to win. He was always teasing her, and she took every chance she had to out shine her older brother.
Hearing a twig snap, she drew an arrow and advanced towards the sound. Excitement coursed through her. If she managed to bring this deer down, it would be her first successful solo hunt. She wanted to make her father proud.
Moving closer, Rowan made sure to remain hidden. To be spotted down would mean to lose the deer. But when she spotted her prey, it wasn't what she was expecting. Standing there was a young boy, looking to be about ten years of age like herself. There was a bow on his back, but he didn't seem interested in hunting. He wore garments only the rich could afford.
Narrowing her eyes, Rowan stepped out of her hiding spot. "Who are you?" she demanded, her bow drawn to fire. The boy whirled around to face her.
Take it from here sultan!
'Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow a mystery,
but Today is a gift
That is why it is called the present.'
as part of bearbones, you have been vored
Tomorrow a mystery,
but Today is a gift
That is why it is called the present.'
as part of bearbones, you have been vored