Ire
Night Fury
The breeze was soft, delicate. It played with the tendrils of my hair and stroked my skin. There was nothing but plains in all directions of my sight. Dantooine. A simple place, yet so easy to lose oneself in.
I removed my bow from my back, bending my knees in an eager fashion as I fished an arrow from my quiver. I brought my eyes to the focal point. My vision lined perfectly with the tip of my projectile. I drew back the string until my knuckle reached my earlobe and waited. The white fur of the male Kath Hound stood out amongst the herd. A prime target.
My fingers release. The arrow brushes my face as it fires through the air. A single breath passes before the Kath Hound falls suddenly on it's side. Confused by this, the herd begins running frantically in the opposite direction.
I smile. My first kill of the day.
[member="Daniel Imura"]