A land under the hill

The Hunt

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The Sight, that's what they call it. The ability to see the supernatural, to see pass the veil. Whether it's a gift or a curse is up to the person you talk to. For me, it's a curse to see all evil the things in the world without restraint, to see something that almost no one else can see, and to be seen as an abomination in the eyes of those who can not see pass the veil. Because of this all the evil things I see in my everyday life I can't share the burden with anyone else, not even my family. If I see a hellhound and point to it saying it's their, humans who don't have the sight, we call them norms because they are normal people, they might see nothing at all, or even a rabid dog if I'm lucky. I'm not alone in this though, I know I'm not alone, there are others like me, scattered across the globe some manage to live completely ordinary lives, some might not have that strong a Sight, and some, like me, are outcasted from society because we are a "danger" to mankind and should be exterminated as soon and discreetly as possible, because after all, "who could ever love a monster such as yourself?"

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Hunting through the forest in search of prey was a young girl about the age of 15, lean and willowy frame, with long graceful legs of a dancer. She had tan skin and stood about 5'6 to 5'7, sharp features graced her face for no one would ever mistake them for delicate. She held her head up high as if she were daring you to challenge her, gently moving through the fallen leaves like the breeze, silent and deadly. She was wearing a jacket of sorts, made of elk hide and rabbit fur with sheep wool lining the insides for warmth. Strung across her back was a pale bow, the color of the moon, pale as an ivory bone and as beautiful as liquid silver, with designs of vines and flowers decorating the it's length, looking far more ancient in a time before the first man to walk the earth. In a meadow just outside the edge of the forest stood a young buck grazing the last of the grass before it disappears when the first snow falls for winter. Standing unaware of the danger he was in he did not see a black shadow slip out of the forest drawing nearer to where he stood. The shadow drew a sliver and gold arrow, from the quiver strapped to her back, and drew it onto the string of the bow, drawing it back until the wood gave out a satisfying groan. Letting the arrow fly true trusting it will reach its mark. The young buck raised it's head at the sound of the bow, looking for any sign of danger, yet it was too late to flee as the arrow pierced his heart, making the young buck come crashing down to the ground with a pained cry. Jumping up from her crouched position, in which she shot the young buck, ran to collect her prize. Keeling down at his side she gently placed her hand onto his heaving chest while gazing into his eyes. SIlently telling him his death shall not be wasted, that in death he shall still have a purpose. The young buck saw all this while gazing into the eyes of his hunter, gave one last shuddering breath then let the light fade from his eyes. A gentle breeze flew down brushing against the girl and the buck, silently offering solstice. After the light faded from the bucks eyes she stood up grabbing a hunting knife strapped to her forearm and started to skin the dead carcass for it's hide. It was soothing work for she had done this many times before, having the sharp knife cut through flesh and sinew like a hot knife goes through butter.  When the animal was successfully skinned she laid out the hide to dry in the afternoon sun, then set to work gutting the animal, cutting parallel to the ground from his neck to his stomach, letting all his internal organs flop out in a stinking heap, she then cut away the flesh around the arrow where it pearced the beast's heart. Pulling the arrow from the body she stood up and walked a little ways to a small stream to wash off all the blood and guts staining her hands. walking back to the duck she cut large chunks of meat from various places on the body like the hind quarters and the ribs. all wrapped up and placed in a pack she carried with her the last thing she took was the antlers for she could sell them in the black market. Walking back into the line of trees the Hunter left behind a empty carcass with the internal organs off to one side of any wandering predators

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