The sun had begun to rise. It was her favorite time of day. Not because of the golden fire it set to the forest or the sounds of wildlife awakening, but because of this. A large buck had found its way into her line of sight. Snap! She released the arrow and nailed the buck in his meaty neck. The creature let loose a startled cry and began to run off into the trees. She was not far off. Slinging her bow onto her back with her quiver the woman rushed off behind the animal. She followed him through the brambles and when she became close she slowed and started moving silently. There it was again. She loaded another arrow and again Snap! This time the animal caught an arrow in the eye. A smirk grew on her twisted lips. Now the real battle began, dragging the creature back home to skin and bleed. The sun had grown high by the time the animal was finished being dressed. It hung from a tree outside a small hovel, expertly hidden between the trees. It was how she liked it, far away from society and there stares. Idly she reached up to the leather patch that covered her right eye. One of many scars she had received in her line of work. Though today she had hunted a deer, usually she went after more unique fare. Customers came to her seeking certain parts of mystical creatures. Why just the other day she had sold a rather strange man an infant roc talon. The same people, who came to her with a perceived need, shunned her when she entered their towns. Another smirk grew on her face. Perhaps tonight she would enter their world anyway. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself a drink. Making sure she had what she needed and her home was locked up, the woman started down the worn forest path that would eventually lead to a road and then a town. Oh what mischief could she get into tonight?