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Tytria’s stomach grumbled, loudly enough that it made her place her hand over her abdomen.
Ugh when was the last time she had eaten?
Her gaze turned up to the sky. Perhaps its been a few hours? Her mouth gnawed on some succulent berries when the sun was on the horizon. It was now high in the sky, a bit to the east. It was still early, but Tytria was a relatively big eater.
The nimble elf paced quietly through the woods, crouching and looking for small animals to hunt. Her hands searched for the lining of her hood to pull it over her head. The brown hood concealed the tips of her ears and her short brown braids rested on her chest.
Tytria creeped through the woods until… There is was, in the distance... An elk! Her eyes watched as it took a few slow steps, each muscle tensing and flexing as it moved. It’s eyes big and brown, and sizable antlers that amazed her. Her imagination wandered as she thought of its sweet succulent meat gracing her tongue with such tender flavors. She dreamed of the fullness she would feel after overindulging on its seared flesh. This made her mouth drool and her body shake. Living off small animals and berries for so long was making her a bit crazy, but this was her chance.
Thinking quickly, she straightened her body, standing tall and firm. Her arm reached back and grasped the end of her feathered arrow and brought it to the string of her bow. She inhaled as she stretched her bow string and brought it to her mouth, her muscles tightened to keep the bow steady. The feathers ticked her cheek. Her eyes stuck to her target as if she was trying to burn a hole through it, because she was.
As Tytria exhaled her hand let the arrow slip from her grip. It soared through the air before cutting through the left side of the elk’s head and exiting half way through the other side. It thumped to the ground, and she watched as its life essence faded from its body.
Sweet succulent meat! All to herself!
With excitement, Tytria swiftly dashed over to the caracas and crouched over it as she pulled her hood back. She ripped the bloody arrow from its head and placed it on the ground next to her. It had been a while since she gut a large animal, she actually didn’t really remember.
Sander was out on a hunt with the other noblemen's sons, which was something they did frequently during their free time. It made them feel manly, which many of them deep down needed, since they were so often scolded by their fathers like children when learning their respective businesses. On these days, they were their own men, hunting down beasts that they would feast on later in the day, and drink until they could no longer feel the misery of being trapped in their family businesses.
The sun was high, which wasn’t the perfect time for hunting, but the men who acted as boys found enjoyment in chasing after their prey. They sat on horse back and would gallop into a herd of elk causing them to disperse in many different directions. Each man would charge after which one the deemed the largest of them all. Sometimes the boys would fight over them, but it was the man who struck the animal with an arrow first that claimed it as their kill. Sander often didn’t care, but the others liked the competition. As they trotted towards their usual hunting field the other men were teasing him, making their snarky comments.
“Oh Sander, perhaps today you will be able to chase down something worth while,” one snickered.
Another teased, “Oh please, did you see what he brought back last week? There was only enough meat for one person on that elk."
“Yeah, I could have picked my teeth with it’s skinny bones.”
Sander rolled his eyes at them. “Oh please, just because I’ve never won your simpleminded competition, does not mean I couldn’t if I tried.”
“Oh yeah? Then lets see it,” one of them tested him.
He turned a bit on his horse to face the group of them. “Oh, you will all see, and I’m not going to share any of it with the likes of you.”
They all laughed and he smiled along with them. As they came upon their usual hunting grounds, Sander automatically began scanning the herd for the elk he thought looked the largest, there were a few sizable ones on the right but two larger ones on the left. That’s the direction he would go.
As the men cheered they ran into the field. The elk disbanded, sprinting for their lives. Some hastened for coverage in the nearby woods. Sander targeted one of the two he had spotted on the left side of the herd. It was quite massive, but it fled into the woods. He was determined and raced into the woods after it. He lost track of the other men; they were probably off going after their own elk.
His target leaped over fallen trunks and darted around trees causing Sander to lose sight of him. The best idea would be to go on foot, which was what he did. He slid off the back of his horse and wrapped the bridle around a branch. His hand gripped his bow with a bit of intensity and determination. The elk was his; it was his and with it he would make his taunting friends eat their own words.
After stepping quietly through the dead leaves he finally spotted it. It had calmed down, but was still a bit alert. Sander quickly notched an arrow and brought the bow up to shoot.
The animal went down, an arrow through the head, a bit of blood spattered out the other side. Wait a minute… He looked as his own bow and the notched arrow. That wasn’t his arrow. Was another one of the men stalking his same prey? He put his bow down and the arrow back in the case on his back and began to walk towards the dead animal.
Sander was stopped by the sighting of a hooded figure walking towards the remains. That wasn’t one of his companions, the body was much too frail and little. His body shifted behind a near by tree as he watched intently. The hooded figured revealed themselves as they kneeled. An elf? What was an elf doing out here? With no master by her side? And a female nonetheless. The female elves were not mean’t or hunting. His curiosity was killing him, and drew him towards her. He moved closer and closer, ducking behind trees.
When he was close enough, he came out from behind the tree and leaned against it slyly. “So, care to share what an elf is doing alone so deep in the woods?"
The voice startled Tytria. Her gaze briskly shifted towards the figure and she stood tall. These humans, acting oh so confident. Just by the way he stood she could tell that he felt as though he was the superior race, like he was better. Humans were no better. In fact, they were worse in her eyes. The way they treated her kind was despicable. Throughout her journeys, there were many occasions where she observed masters whipping their slaves and abusing them physically and emotionally. It was like humans found pleasure in mistreating their inferiors. They built themselves up by tearing them down.
Men found enjoyment out of torturing their prey.
“I don’t need to explain myself to some feeble human. I have my own reasons for where I am, none that you need to know.” Tytria scowled at him.
It was quite cocky of her to talk to him in such a manner. Most would be whipped and punished for such sass. He could do nothing. He was alone. If he really came at her, she could defend herself. She didn’t look much, but she was quick and fierce in her own ways.
For a few moments her eyes lingered upon him. Although she did not like humans themselves, she couldn't help but notice how attractive some of them were. His eyes and hair a light brown, like her own. He was tall and chiseled something she fancied. The leather armor clinging to his body fit him so perfectly and complimented his bulging muscles quite well. But no, she couldn’t be attracted to such a beast. She went back to what she was doing, hoping he would leave her, having full knowledge he wouldn’t.
Her legs bent bringing her back down to the lifeless animal lying next to her. She pulled a small blade from her boot. Hesitantly she brought her blade to its belly. It had been so long... where to start? Were you suppose to cut from the breast plate down or bottom up? Or was it across?
Oh my god, he is starring at me and I'm making a fool of myself.
“Errr….” Tytria hesitated. Asking for his help would be so belittling to her self-esteem. She didn’t want to look weak or dull-witted. Perhaps she could ruse him into doing it for her. Tytria was quite persuasive after all. She had her own ways of seduction, which she had much practice with in the past. Humans were so easy, especially the males. They always had one thing in mind even with foreign races. Doesn’t a man always dream of what he has never had? Blinded by curiosity they so often were.
It was like there was a sudden click - a change in her attitude and the way she carried herself. As she once again stood, a seductive smirk curled across her lightly painted lips.
“Well... perhaps I could tell you my story, kind sir. That is, if you could offer me some assistance. You see, I wish not to get myself so bloodied from gutting my kill..."
Play the “damsel in destress” card.
Her hand planted itself delicately on her hip as she took a few steps towards him - each step acting in a way to exaggerate her curvaceous features. Upon reaching him, her free hand wrapped around his bicep. "A strong, experienced man like you would have little trouble in assisting me in this process, yes?” The words dripped from her lips so sweetly, almost like she actually meant them. Her eyes batted flirtatiously.