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Anira
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Once they had finished their food, Anira sat against a tree, far across from her odd companion, using special oils to clean her bow. She took precise care of her weapons just as her father had taught her to do. She glanced up at Kresch who seemed to be meditating. She could feel a dark sadness begin to build inside her heart. The day Kresch had shifted into the form of her father was the last time she had seen her father alive. Before she had left for her hunt that week, she had fought with her father over something that seemed rather pointless now. Before she could allow herself to fall deeper into her thoughts, she heard a stick snap in the woods behind her. Stringing her bow quickly, she swiftly and gracefully jumped to her feet aimed towards the noise.
Kresch opened his eyes and stared at the paranoid Elf before him. He chuckled quietly and watched her, slightly entertained by her antics. He thought he had calmed her nerves earlier when he assured her that if anyone were to attack them they would regret it. Apparently, the years of running had really gotten to her. Before he got a chance to open his mouth to calm her once again, he felt the cold steel of a blade against his neck. "Move and I kill you." A deep voice growled.
Kresch opened his eyes and stared at the paranoid Elf before him. He chuckled quietly and watched her, slightly entertained by her antics. He thought he had calmed her nerves earlier when he assured her that if anyone were to attack them they would regret it. Apparently, the years of running had really gotten to her. Before he got a chance to open his mouth to calm her once again, he felt the cold steel of a blade against his neck. "Move and I kill you." A deep voice growled.