She who hunts
The forest whispered she listened. Whispers of strangers of unwelcome intruders. She began her hunt seeking traces clues she found them.
A footprint in the earth snapped twigs branches pushed carelessly aside bent and broken. Night slipped over the forest her hunt continued unhindered by the dark. A orange glow smell of smoke of cooked flesh she sees what remained. A butchered innocent creature of her forest under her protection. A slight an insult unforgivable.
Unaware they laugh round their campfire she draws back the arrow bowstring creaks tense ready. She lets it loose a whistle a scream panic.
She ignores it all she just draws another arrow.
A footprint in the earth snapped twigs branches pushed carelessly aside bent and broken. Night slipped over the forest her hunt continued unhindered by the dark. A orange glow smell of smoke of cooked flesh she sees what remained. A butchered innocent creature of her forest under her protection. A slight an insult unforgivable.
Unaware they laugh round their campfire she draws back the arrow bowstring creaks tense ready. She lets it loose a whistle a scream panic.
She ignores it all she just draws another arrow.
18-21, F