Word Count » 516 ::OOC: BABBLE!!!!.
She was quick to notice he hadn’t let her go right away but she took that as a precaution to make sure she had herself on her own two feet. She watched as he took his bow out, a fine piece of work as she watched and listened. He spoke of god and Eclipse turned her head. The only god she heard of did not sound like this.
“That is odd I thought the mother was the god? She is the one who made all of this, that is what Razekiel said, he was my old alpha when I was in Ichika...”
She said her voice trailed away as she looked down. It wasn’t so hard speaking of the pack, though it was hard speaking of the members especially one she had a puppy crush on for so long. She knew she didn’t really love the man, it was a mere infatuation with the hippy male. She would let it rest though, there was no need to fight about things one could not see. Whatever the case if there was a god it definitely had a lot of different names if she and Frodo knew of one each, what did others think of? Her thoughts strayed away as he drew the bow and let an arrow fly. His poise was perfect, aim astounding and the concentration in his face... she flushed to think about what she thought of when she saw his face like that. She turned to see the arrow and heard him speak. Nodding she took the bow first but let him hold onto the arrow. She wanted to see the strength of the bow and the string and if she could bend it. It was only a bit bigger than her own, but strung tighter than hers, it must be a powerful thing. She thought as she pulled back to get an idea of the bow. Letting the string go slowly, so as to not snap her wrist she took the arrow with a kind smile. The arrow was made finely too. Compared to hers. Many of hers were reused, re made and others were brand new, she mixed and matched as she didn’t know when she could ever find another arrow again. Pulling back she aimed and let loose. The bow was tight and a fair bit harder to use than her own so it came to no surprise that the arrow she had loosed went at least a foot below the other, though it stuck in the tree. She smiled satisfied at least that she was able to do that.
“This really is a fine bow, where did you get it?”
She asked. looking at him as she handed him the bow back for his turn. He was a good shot and she knew in her mind he’d at least get the arrow quite close to where his first one was. She wasn’t rusty in no way, but his bow was new to her and she’d have to get use to it.
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