Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-14139769-20140731052052/@comment-5518614-20140804071413

Wyeta crouchs behind the bush, her eyes never leaving her prey. The deer moves lazily through the trees, its antlers speckled with dark brown.

Wyeta's draws her bow, the sunlight gleaming off its steel tip. The deer takes a step. And another. It stops, and glances in the huntresses direction. Wyeta releases the string of her bow, and watches it streak towards the deers exposed neck.

Thunk! The deer drops to the ground, the end of the arrow protruding on an angle out the otherside.

"Oi! Mind shooting someone elses deer!?!" an angry voice calls from near the fallen beast.