She draws the bow string back to her ear in one smooth, practiced motion.
Her eyes are closed as she takes in the sounds of the surrounding forest, listening for her quarry.
Her face is serene, her thoughts calm.
She blends in.
She belongs here.
A twig snaps off to her right and she swings towards the sound, her arrow loosed before she even opens her eyes.
Whistling through the air, she follows the arrow to where it lies embedded between the eyes of her fallen prey.
Sinking her teeth into the stag's neck, Artemis drinks her dues.
Her eyes are closed as she takes in the sounds of the surrounding forest, listening for her quarry.
Her face is serene, her thoughts calm.
She blends in.
She belongs here.
A twig snaps off to her right and she swings towards the sound, her arrow loosed before she even opens her eyes.
Whistling through the air, she follows the arrow to where it lies embedded between the eyes of her fallen prey.
Sinking her teeth into the stag's neck, Artemis drinks her dues.
