Urge to dominate

Selevis of the Highlands

The sun shone bright as it peeked over the grassy hills. It was a particularly cold morning, the kind of morning to chill your bones and make you want to keep slumbering against the pillow.

In a dark crevice next to a waterfall, a campfire crackled. A weak flame that barely survived the night surrounded by charred sticks and leaves.
Next to the fire, Selevis, an elven ranger, sat in silence. She barely slept three hours, yet to her that was plenty enough to sustain the coming day. She flicked her long cloak over her shoulder and tightened her hood, she then stood up, her tall frame almost scraping the cave's ceiling, and stepped over the fire to extinguish it. Upon leaving the crevice, she was dazed by the sunrays, her gloomy dull skin reflected them onto the lake nearby. A quick stretch to loosen up her arms and legs... and off to the road.

The path up to the highlands was empty at this time of day, yet Selevis preferred to travel behind the treeline. She wasn't the type to get caught easily, she always wanted to be in control of any situation. Her ears perked at all the sounds around her, from twigs snapping to flies buzzing, she knew everything that was going on in a 20 meter radius.

After one hour of walking, the elf reached a grassy plain dotted by hills and shadowed by mountains. Many bovines roamed through the safe haven. Selevis grunted, she despised walking without cover... but in truth, she lowered her guard a little. She paced across it steadily, warily glancing around her as she did... until her dark pupils set on a wooden shack next to a tree at the very end of the basin. She instantly crouched, using the bovines as cover as she closed in on the wooden hut. Her ears perked. Two voices. Both males. Weird accents. Humans? No. Dwarves. Clearly dwarves.

That damned accent. So crude and hateful, everytime she's heard a dwarf talk only insults spewed out. On top of that, it was thick and hard to understand. She hurried and climbed up the tree like a monkey, swinging around a branch before perching atop it like a bird of prey.

The door of the shack slammed open, a fat dwarf with a long beard walked out. He adjusted his belt with a few grunts. He was holding a tankard in his right hand, filled with ale. He stumbled around before sitting on the porch. He smelled so terrible she could smell him all the way from the tree. She twisted her long, roman nose, covering her nostrils hastily.
"Oi, Bronzeo! Hurry the feck up ye bastid'! We ain't got all day, heh? We've gotta go blast that damned tunnel through the mountainpass!"
The fat one shouted.
Selevis frowned. Were they also heading to the Highlands? And what was that about blasting? They wanted to create a tunnel underneath the mountain? Her head swirled with thoughts.
"Heheheh-..." The dwarf got up, stumbling down from above the porch.
"This damned spot is so green! Who let all these plants grow!?"
He tore weeds from the ground and tossed it behind his back.
"We could build a bunker here....or.... Och! A ranch! Grab all the cows, cut down some trees and that's 'et! Successful business! I'm a genius."
Selevis's lips curled into a grimace. Such an obnoxious and loud creature, so shallow... Her nose twitched again as the foul odours emanating from his mouth reached her. The disdain and annoyance suddendly turned into anger. It was their people, the dwarves, partially at fault for the tragedy of her homeland. They cut down trees, caring not for the people that lived there and their culture. They cut, shot and blasted their precious homeland, all for greed. The elf's brows furrowed. She drew her longbow and cocked an arrow. She didn't know anything about the corpulent dwarf in front of her... but her primal instincts wanted him dead.  She pulled the string back and lined up a shot for his throat. He was there, drinking and burping, completely unaware. The elf didn't second-guess herself. She let the arrow fly.
SSSHTCK. Bullseye. The dwarf collapsed on his stomach, the arrow stuck in his throat shoved deeper as he hits the ground. A clean kill, Selevis looked inside for a moment through a window. The other one did not notice anything. She leaped from the branch and approached the body. It gurgled silently as blood spilled on the grassy land. With a quick stomp to the back of the head she sought to finish the dwarf off. The shack was still silent.