Stare Me Down, Make Me .MOVE. [Scarlette]

[silentwhispers]

Glass Charr
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Walking through the Woods at night was so relaxing. The moon was high and bright, and it caused the sorrow to drain from my weary pores as if my concience had turned to water. I wasn't worried about Rayth, because he was staying with his friend tonight. But I was worried about what might happen to him.

I had brought my bow and arrow, the same one I used to murder my father with, just for a thrill. It had been so long since I held the finely carved wood, the spectacular, well crafted design, felt the smoothness of a freshly waxed piece of rope that held it all together. I had a sheath strung across my back, and the bow notched with a single, plain black arrow with glowing red streaks for hunting in the dark, like I was. My quick, soundless footsteps seemed to get louder, though I knew I wasn't making a sound. Poaching never bothered me, just as long as Rayth got fed and cared for. My long, curly, unwashed mess of hair was tied back with a slim rope I had found embedded in a crack inside out house. The leangth of my hair was unrealistic. The very tip of my longest hair brushed my hips, but I couldn't afford a haircut unless I chose to do it myself. But I enjoyed my hair, the very soft, fragile curls that held no matter how many days I went without washing.

Walking along a clear path, bright eyes caught me off gaurd. I halted, raising and aiming my bow with a desire to bring down the deer. Delecately, but also within it a spark of power, I shot the arrow, and seconds later heard it smack into the soft tissue of the deer's heart. The heavy beast dropped to the ground, shaking the area around him awake. A small, satisfactory smile crossed my lips, and I went to examine my kill.

[dreamingbabe]

Spotting a girl on my midnight walk I walked towards her. Not noticing that she was coming the girl notched her bow. I spotted her target , a deer. The smile danced across her face, she was focused. Leaning in into her ear I whispered "Go for it."

[silentwhispers]

Glass Charr
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I jumped, a voice suddenly breathing into my ear. A burst of rage washed through me, and I focused my bow loaded with an arrow in the direction of the voice. I don't talk, so telling them to come out was out of the question. Suddenly, the arrow was released from my grasp, flying straight ahead of me. I felt slightly guilty about shooting an innocent bystander, but I don't take too kindly to strangers. And since everyone was a stranger to me, I wasn't very polite to anyone nowadays.

A frown formed on my lips, and I dropped my bow beside my legs, just in case I needed a quick retreval. I waited for the shillouette to come from it's dark shadows.

[dreamingbabe]

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I felt the arrow penetrate my left arm, the feeling of the warm blood going down my arm. It was comforting, it was familiar. I stepped out to where the girl could see me. Wincing at the small piecing pain as I yanked the arrow from my arm. Just by looking at her I could tell she was younger. " Whats your name kid?"I asked as I took off my shirt to reveal my black lace undershirt so I could rip it and make a bandage.

[Gamemaker Lauren Kinkade]

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[silentwhispers]

I narrowed my eyes at the girl, ready to pounce on her... Or just shoot another arrow. I have never in my life been called a kid, and she wasn't about to call me that for the first time. No, not a girl who I met merely because she got in the way of my arrow. I snorted, a short, hot jet of air through my nostrils, and glared at her.

"I'm not a kid. Do not ever call me that again."

I stood, stance ready to fling one more arrow at her heart. My temperment was obscure these days, and people should learn not to mess with me.

The air was warm throughout the trees. A breeze flew by, arousing my waist length curly black hair. It hadn't bene washed in a few weeks, but anyone in the Seam would hardly notice. The breeze also caused the leaves of the trees to rustle, and I heard a Mockingjay somewhere nearby. I waited for the fae to answer, to give me a reason to shoot.