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He observed the elf with great interest. He quickly realized what had killed the stag, but wanted to know how well. He could tell the elf was slightly older than himself, and was of a different kind. His skin was lighter than his own, which made him even more interested in the elf, as he too used a bow to kill his prey. He watched carefully, wondering why the elf was cooking his food, and how he had made the fire. He soon realized the smell of the stag being cooked was a pleasent one, having left his own food behind, he was going to have to go hungry if he was so stay. Although many times he thought about killing the elf, he found himself to keen and wanted to watch the elf longer, trying to find out as much information about him as he could. He suddied the elf's every move, making sure he wasn't seen, but he kept his darts out, just in case.

Ranae sat up with a start and almost yelped with sudden pain. She had forgotten about the arrow wound and slightly cracked ribs, still healing beneath their layers of bandages. She took a moment to think of why she might have woken up so abruptly and frowned. Another flashback dream. Well there was no point in going back to sleep now. Covering a yawn she turned to look at the place where she had slept and froze. Kiba. She had been using this pridefull huge animal craft wolf for a damn pillow. Ranae swiftly sat up and dug through her saddlebags for fresh clothing. Finding a nearby stream, she quickly stripped off her sweat soaked clothing from the day before and plunged in. The freezing water numbed her body and cleansed her healing wounds. She scrubbed breifly before jumping out and drying. She then dressed herself in a blood red loose shirt under a black leather corset which served as mild armor. Pulling on black baggy pants which she tucked in to her black leather knee high riding boots. Her black travelling cloak slung over one shoulder, she swiftly cleaned her teeth. She neednt bother with her hair which was allready up an an intricate network of braids, large and small.

He continued to watch. The elf made such an effort to be clean, he didn't understand it. Such cleanliness over alittle blood, the young elf was stumped, he carried on examining to try and find more answers. Its was getting darker with each pasting moment, so he moved to another tree, closer to the strange elf. He jumped through the air landing on it, and darted up the tree, trying to make sure he wasn't heard. From there he continued to survey him, listening to his every breath, his hand by his quiver, making sure he was ready for any surprises, he did not know what this elf was able to do yet.

She had been sobbing profusely into her horses mane and she knew things were wrong. She was so confused and she felt tired and weak. Through her mind, scenes of her brother, Kyo, Shade and anyone she ever met kept on replaying over and over, including her severe beatings from Nobunaga. Her past haunted her and at that moment her broken arm sent sheer pain throughout her whole body. Her shoulder wound and all her previous wounds split open and began to bleed. She fell from her horse and she was screaming as it felt like her wounds burned and she was crying. "Can someone help me?!?!?!?" She cried it out loudly, fearing nobody would hear her.

*his keen sences could no longer detect the sounds of footsteps and he was now waiting with profound confusion how could something just dissapear every moment could lead to someone attempting his murder, yet still he stood motionless with an arrow strung in the direction where the noise once was.

Ranae nibly climed through the trees, not making any noise and not even rustling leaves. It was as if she wasnt even there. She drew a throuwing knife from her shirt and, now being able to see the fir through the trees, she jumped into the air towards it. She flew almost twenty feet until she emerged through the trees and, flinging her feet out, landind on the man by the fire, her feet throwing him back to the ground and she crouched there, on his chest, her dagger to his throat.

* he was astounded by the force that knocked him down and equally astounded by the knife at his throat, his bow and knife had been flung from him and he was helpless.
he looked into his attackers face and saw it was the complection of a female, he had never had a lot of contact with them but enuff to know that 'hell hath no fury like a womans scorn' especially with a knife to ur throat, he gulped and managed* a u have incredible sneaking skill, i could not detect u, plz spare my life i am not an enemy

He stops for a moment, listening to the faint calls of a young girl. He slowly made his way closer, as he could smell the blood in the air. He wasn't sure what to expect, and checked his pockets for all his herbs. He didn't know much about people, but he knew his way around the forest. As he jumped onto a small tree, he saw the girl in the clearing. He could see that she was bleeding, but wasn't sure of what to do. She had ears like him, but was pale. He took note of the bow on her back, has he took out his. He made up his mind and, taking out an blunt arrow he had saved from the boar, he shot the bow from her back. He had guess she was now harmless, as she had lost too much blood to weild a sword, and no longer had her bow. He still wasn't sure though, so he moved closer to her very slowly, taking a few darts in hand. His heart beating heavily, he spoke in a quiet, harsh voice. "Calm."