Frustration is evident as my horn meets nothing but shrubbery, I wince as sticks threaten to pierce my eyes. Carefully I extract myself, shaking the leaves and twigs from my tiara. Hazel eyes spy the movement of the rabbit, and swiftly I dart after it, leaping high once more, aiming my cloven hooves down upon his tiny back.
A huntress I shall become [hunting]
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06-04-2012, 09:43 PM
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