Intrigued, the curious one held her position firmly as she awaited acceptance or alteration. She felt so strong, powerful, to be in possession of this marvellous tool. Nayati studied her stance and noted her that what she was positioned as was good. He turned and reached his long pallid arm out; clasping an arrow in his somewhat large ivory hand compared to hers and offered it to the female. A warming expression began to light up the hybrids face as she graciously accepted his offering. The atmosphere had loosened, and she felt like she was an old friend returning to Aniwaya, after a lifetime vacation, she felt welcome.
He then instructed the woman clearly how to shoot an arrow at a target This time, do the same thing, but nock the arrow against the string. Then aim at where that arrow is in the tree over there he informed. Listening carefully to his words, viridian orbs targeted the arrow, taking a moment to savour the details, the sharp pointed edge must be the weapon, and the beautiful feather must serve its purpose to track and display, she thought. Holding the bow next to the arrow she began her attempt. Regaining her position she placed her feet carefully back where they once were, bringing her arms up level against her shoulders.
Almost excitedly the pallid hybrid shifted the arrow onto the bow knocking the feathered end up against the twine, pulling it back slowly until the arrow tip almost breached the pine arch. Her face twitched slightly as the resistance against her pull grew greater, what a peculiar sensation. Her head turned to line directly with the arrow tip, her keen orb sharply glaring down it as her right orb clenched tightly shut. Aiming as precisely as she could, up against the target arrow in the tree, she couldn’t help but compare it against the many hours practice she had undertaken to hit the small target when she was training martial arts. Nervously she released the string; her eyes desperately following the arrows hurtle towards the targeted tree. Eager it hit a radius away from the target, as if it was the dart board. ”Interesting….” she pondered her head cocking sideways she placed her bow upon the earth and leaped forward in zest, her legs carrying her towards her result eagerly. Intrigued, the coy-wolf tilted her head at how the head was now completely gone, did it fall off? Flicking the arrow’s stem it pronounced a twanging noise that faded out into the bark. She mulled it over for a while.
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