02-06-2009, 07:50 PM
I am so, so sorry for taking this long. Seriously. D: *makes up with super long post!?*
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Unlike those in her family who were well-trained with a bow and arrow, Corona didn't have the best aim. In fact, if something was moving too fast, she often couldn't quite predict where it would go next to nail it before it got away. But when it came to something slow moving and oblivious, say, a hare, it was another story. The sleet that was half-raining and half-falling down around her didn't deter her from taking aim as a thinning, dark brown hare plodded calmly over the light snow, his furry feet digging relentlessly to the ground to find some tasty green to munch on. But like the last two, this one wouldn't have a prayer either.
Letting go of a near too taut string, the arrow shrieked through the wind and sleet, only making itself known a moment too late for the hare to bolt at its first inclination of danger. It seemed silly, she realised, to be bow-hunting creatures so small, but when it came to hunting for Corona, it wasn't like she was capable of shifting back to give them chase. Being two-legged put her at a disadvantage to hunt the traditional way, so she simply made do with what other skills she had. Learning to use the bow had been useful thing to do, though she was rusty. In essence, hunting was practice. Slipping loose from the stance she had worked hard to maintain as more than “decent” she lowered her arms and moved to gather the creature-turned-meal.
By then, the chill of the incoming weather was beginning to get to her and she decided it seemed right to seek shelter in the form of the mansion she had been holing up in; she had never been fond of the cold. Only a matter of minutes into her hike back had she picked out a scent that was just as curious as it were putrid, though her steps were quite direct in getting home. The hares were attached together and hanging from a thin line with fish hooks in their ears, dangling awkwardly from the quiver at her back, but this did not stop her from tensing when a sitting wolf came up and into her view. That dreadful smell was the same one that Talitha had reeked of when she had first come back into their fold.
“Waiting for something?” she called out conversationally once she had gotten close enough. Even though she could only imagine why someone from Dahlia would be so near to her borders, she kept the tone of her voice neutral. For all she knew and because it was a total possibility, Corona couldn't assume this wolf had anything to do with the war that they had waged. There were far too many travellers in the world and with it being winter, it would come as no surprise to her if packs didn't swell with size. So she only hoped that he was ignorant and polite, rather than all knowing and hostile.
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Letting go of a near too taut string, the arrow shrieked through the wind and sleet, only making itself known a moment too late for the hare to bolt at its first inclination of danger. It seemed silly, she realised, to be bow-hunting creatures so small, but when it came to hunting for Corona, it wasn't like she was capable of shifting back to give them chase. Being two-legged put her at a disadvantage to hunt the traditional way, so she simply made do with what other skills she had. Learning to use the bow had been useful thing to do, though she was rusty. In essence, hunting was practice. Slipping loose from the stance she had worked hard to maintain as more than “decent” she lowered her arms and moved to gather the creature-turned-meal.
By then, the chill of the incoming weather was beginning to get to her and she decided it seemed right to seek shelter in the form of the mansion she had been holing up in; she had never been fond of the cold. Only a matter of minutes into her hike back had she picked out a scent that was just as curious as it were putrid, though her steps were quite direct in getting home. The hares were attached together and hanging from a thin line with fish hooks in their ears, dangling awkwardly from the quiver at her back, but this did not stop her from tensing when a sitting wolf came up and into her view. That dreadful smell was the same one that Talitha had reeked of when she had first come back into their fold.
“Waiting for something?” she called out conversationally once she had gotten close enough. Even though she could only imagine why someone from Dahlia would be so near to her borders, she kept the tone of her voice neutral. For all she knew and because it was a total possibility, Corona couldn't assume this wolf had anything to do with the war that they had waged. There were far too many travellers in the world and with it being winter, it would come as no surprise to her if packs didn't swell with size. So she only hoped that he was ignorant and polite, rather than all knowing and hostile.