#brandedfloweret

Lera had been dozing for the first time in a few days when a familiar presence at his door brought him back to consciousness. Drat. Sitting up groggily, his dreadlocked hair sticking out every which direction, he sighed heavily. Daikal, huh? He’d been showing up by himself pretty often now; if the dark-skinned man knew any better (Which he didn’t, naturally), he would’ve thought that the youngling had developed some kind of adoration for him. 

Oh well, so much for his nap. 

            “ do you think you can lend me a hand? “

  Sha ran —she ran as fast and nimble as her legs could take her, evading low branches and sneaky roots that stick out of the ground. The arrows shake in the holder with each step she took while her bow moved one with her right arm. Her long, wild blue-black hair sway with each movement she made as her electric blue eyes darted, scanning every nook and cranny of the forest. The Woodling creature watched their well-known friend from a safe distance, wondering the reason behind her hurriedness.

 The she-wolf halts then hid behind a large tree, gasping for air. There it was, the entity that enter the forest —her mother's hunting ground. Kami peers over the tree, to see who it was that sent chills down her spine. Eyes widen as a sharp gasp escaped her lips —the powerful aura belongs to a tall, mysterious man —he was neither god or human or demon. She took in a deep breath, gathering all her courage as she ready her bow and arrow. Kami steps out from her hiding, pointing an arrow at him.