The cool spring night was a blessing, the slight breeze allowed her to garner the scents of any deer or other animal that she could kill. Dover was famished and was becoming weak as a result, living on the forests vegetation was simply not enough for her anymore. She knew she should ask the permission of the tribal leader Vico to be able to hunt in his territory but hunger dictated a different course of action. There was no more time for polite etiquette and though she had now been in the forest three days and had met one of his tribe, she had not dared venture near their encampment.
Looking up through the trees she smiled seeing clearly the Pegasus constellation in the nights sky. There had been no more bad signs that she had seen and so had felt it a rational decision to hunt tonight. It was after all her birthday, the Spring Equinox and she was now 20 years old. She would dine well tonight and be thankful for it but she knew she could not stay in this forest forever. Not unless she spoke with the leader and asked to be part of his tribe.
The scent caught her attention and raising her sword at eye level she stilled her entire body. A bow and arrow of course would be much easier but in her haste to leave the tribe she had left them behind, only her broadsword had been attached to her hilt at the time and she was grateful for that much. A frown creased her beautiful face as another scent carried on the breeze to her, this was no animal but another centaur.
Looking up through the trees she smiled seeing clearly the Pegasus constellation in the nights sky. There had been no more bad signs that she had seen and so had felt it a rational decision to hunt tonight. It was after all her birthday, the Spring Equinox and she was now 20 years old. She would dine well tonight and be thankful for it but she knew she could not stay in this forest forever. Not unless she spoke with the leader and asked to be part of his tribe.
The scent caught her attention and raising her sword at eye level she stilled her entire body. A bow and arrow of course would be much easier but in her haste to leave the tribe she had left them behind, only her broadsword had been attached to her hilt at the time and she was grateful for that much. A frown creased her beautiful face as another scent carried on the breeze to her, this was no animal but another centaur.