==COMPLETED==
"I don't need a man to take care of me,"
With a big smirk on my face I speak out the last bit of my sentence. "I am the man."
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The kingdoms of Orena are starting to see hard times. They've started to slowly get...
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"Stay still now... Just a moment..."
The string of a bow gets drawn back quietly, keeping the target unaware of what is about to happen.
Then, the release of the arrow happens and it's soaring through the air.
The buck lifts its head, feeling the sudden danger, but the arrow is already on its chest, bleeding. That's when the buck decides to jump away and run the other direction, trying to get away from the approaching death.
"Please don't run so far!" I pray in a whisper and go after it. I don't run, to not make him run even farther, but I have a fast enough speed to have him in my eyesight most of the time.
I follow for a few minutes, when he suddenly makes a harsh turn to the left, towards the waters that surround the whole island of Orena. I lose sight of the buck for a few seconds, but see it falling to its last rest over a small hill.
I go towards the fallen buck, putting my bow on my back while walking over small plants and tree roots.
The brown glimmer of the trees that are hit by the sunlight reminds me of the encounter that happened a few weeks ago.
The brown eyes that stared at me with a quiet glimmer while riding through the town.
It felt like the stare only lasted for a second, when she and Kace rode past me. The speed of the trot was fast, but the eyes... They lasted in my mind for days.
I can't get them out of my mind now and I've seen them millions of times before. Why is that?
Before my thoughts get to wander far into the abyss of not knowing shit, I get to the buck.
I stop looking at the buck that should be alone, but isn't.
Talk about fancy eyes and she shows up...
Reyna is crouching by the buck, looking at the arrow.
When my boots make a crunching sound, stepping on a dry stick, her head turns to my direction.
A second later she tugs her head to the side and reaches a hand to her neck, grimacing at the sudden whiplash that she got from the harsh move.
I give out a smirk, leaning against a tree that happened to be beside the two.
"Whiplash?" My smug comment, or just generally me, seems to already aggravate her.
Her hands clench into the fur of the buck, and those caramel colored eyes glare at me with the same glimmer that she had when she rode past me.
