Misery

Darkness Looms upon the hill. a shadow drifts over the rough granit wall then she turns to smile staring down at the bosk upon the feild,. NImble fingers flex as she tests her bow making sure the string is Taunt. those ever studying eyes shift light upon the growing dawn lit meadow tward the tuchuk camp and the road beond... she perked listening as they began to stir. Settling into place in a low crouch atop the wall she watched silent as death .. waiting for those who would hunt the hunter.


Dar Salana panther Find us at Tuchuks on the far western plains !