Azura

Chapter 1 - Her Hunt

Black clouds consume and capture the sun .The time is coming . A vast array of flashes appear above , accompanied by their roars . Clear substances elegantly fall at her bare feet ; as a gentle breeze begins to dance with the nature around .It's near. Ever so slightly , she bends down , maintaining her eye contact on the scene directly in front  and clasps the wooden contraption . The rainfall becomes aggressive , it's no longer elegant . It battles alongside the wind that whirls and rushes through the branches and leaves , tearing them apart . Mighty roars become deeper and louder , accompanied by much more vibrant , white flashes . Squelching , little patters become evident as they frantically rush along the moistened floor .

The hunt has begun .

Azura's bare feet carefully press down onto the moist Forrest floor, allowing for her dainty toes to integrate with mud and dead leaves , almost burying them . Frantically , she begins to scan the area until suddenly something catches her eye. Slowing your breathing is key which is successfully done by  counting 1 , 2, 1, 2 in her head. She takes a deep breath in , listening to the rain as hits the floor . Slowly , Azura begins to shut her eyes and allows herself to feel the winds pathetic attempt at knocking her down . She focuses on the thudding of her heart beat , waiting patiently until the perfect moment .Finally the moment she has been waiting for ; her feet feel the vibrations across the Forrest floor from the preys every move .
She opens her eyes .
lifts and aims .
pulls back .
Releases .

The feathered arrow sores through the woods , dancing with the rain ,unaffected by the wind due to the exceptional speed it's travelling at . Bang! The arrow connected as the prey fell to its knees , pathetically attempting to hold onto its life . A pool of a scarlet substance surrounds it and it's sorrowful eyes dilute .Of course it hit , Azura never misses.

Suddenly driven by the exotic mix of blood and wet dog , She sprints , completely oblivious to the amount of splinters that are most likely gathering in her bare feet . She sprints in a rather elegant fashion , dogging the obstacles in her way as if this routine was rehearsed. Her agile body swiftly manoeuvres itself through the woods to her destination. Stopping dead in her tracks , Azura cautiously squats down and slowly begins to stroke her cold , soaked hands through the warmth of its ebony brown fur . Despite the fur being wet , it was rather soft and would most definitely make an exquisite new robe . The creatures sorrowful , lifeless eyes glare back at her so , lifting her palm , she gently strokes it across the creatures eyes , closing them . Upon examining the animal it is clear that there is enough meat on it to last for days. Although now Azura is completely drenched and despite this being her favourite wether , she'd rather not catch pneumonia . She stands up , hoists the deer over her shoulder and sprints back.

Quietly back at the ancient cave that Azura calls home , her legs are crossed as she stares out at the world in front of her . The rain kisses her skin but she doesn't mind , in fact it's rather relaxing and besides - it helps her think . Despite being an extreme believer of fate , thoughts often ponder her mind about wether her life could've been any different . That if fate was the answer to everything then why is she here . Alone . But there's no changing anything now . As poor Azura is trapped in the hunt . She lives for the hunt . Breaths the hunt . She is a ruthless savage and must hold up to her reputation even if she longs for something else. Something she most definitely can't have . Those thoughts can't exist ! Frantically her head starts shaking , swaying her long obsidian hair in a vigorous attempt to rid her mind of those thoughts . But she can't. Because , if she had gone with them then maybe things would have been very different ...

In what seems like an alternate universe ,despite only being on the other side of the woods , sits a boy . Crossed legged , mimicking a similar position to Azura's. Instead , he was on the cold , marbled stairs of his parents home. His chiseled chin was sunken into his right hand and his broad shoulders hunched forward , he too ponders . Tyrone's physique mirrored that of a hunter which makes perfect sense considering he comes from a long line of the best of them . He was slightly tanned with soft brown eyes that resemble those of a puppy . Although ironically he displays a coat of tattoos , each representing a part of his life. The matte black tattoo ink matches his hair which is almost shaved at the sides but holds a mane at the top . Starring deeply at the copper coloured metal that is topped by rows and rows of barbed wire in an attempt to keep the perimeters , he wonders about woods . Like other children , he too grew up with the tales of savage that lurks behind their village . But he wasn't scared . In fact the mystery attracted him . The mystery of a hostile monster that feeds of death . He knew he was different to the other hunters, he was going to be the one to adventure into the woods and slay the monster . Just like she slayed his relatives . A sweet revenge .

Tyrone had it all worked out . He would kill the savage and bring back her dead , lifeless body . The town would applaud him for his upmost bravery and there would be a huge celebration allowing them to dance the night away with out a care . Fireworks would light up the sky in a magical array of every colour you could think of and in the centre square would stand a pure white statue of himself , claiming him to be the best hunter that ever lived . The barriers would be torn down and once again the town will be able to claim back their woods and retrieve their dignity . He would be a hero .

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Hey guys ! So this is my first proper chapter . I know the prologue was pretty naff but I hope this actual chapter makes up for that :) . It's my first time writing in 3rd person as I usually write in first but I thought 3rd helped the story flow a bit better .