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THREE MONTHS LATER
FALO SAT IN FRONT OF A HUGE CANVAS her old friend, Redick, had given to her as a gift to help her forget about Rio so she could concentrate on moving on and finding closure through artwork. After Rio's funeral, Redick said that the more she painted and forgot about his death, the less painful his death would be and she could move on from him easier, but it was going to still take some time to heal.
She moved her kohl pencil smoothly over the art canvas, using the dark, blackened color to color in the dark side of the moon. She'd already finished up the light side with all it's craters and other small hidden details, now she was coloring in the dark side of the moon.
"That's a pretty drawing." Lexa suddenly walked inside Falo's quarters which made Falo jump, shutting the doors behind her.
Falo looked at her. "Thank you, Lexa."
"And you're a great artist already. . ." Lexa started. "After just three months. . . It's pretty amazing how you can pick up on something so quickly and so well."
Falo smiled and took a brief glance at her painting of the moon from a month ago.
"What's your next drawing project?" Lexa asked, taking a seat on the cushion laying on the ground next to her bed.
"I'm not sure," Falo sighed. "Give me an idea."
Lexa leaned back into Falo's bed, tucking her knees in. She pursed her lips, her mind clearly racing around a million thoughts at once.
"People clashing with swords." Lexa told her.
"Who?" Falo questioned.
"It could be someone made up, or someone you hate. It doesn't matter." Lexa stated.
Falo nodded, it would take her forever to draw her and Roan, so she'd have to draw some random people, or even imaginary people.
Lexa stretched out her legs and basked in Falo's talent for art. "Or maybe a deer." she shrugged.
"That'd be cool. . . like maybe a herd of them!" Falo smiled, almost jumping up and down in her sitting position out of pure joy and excitement.
Lexa grinned at her friend. "It would."
"It would." Falo repeated, nodding.
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FALO ran through the woods, a bow in hand. She was hunting down any animal or human, she just needed to kill. For some reason, killing was like an addiction, something that she may always do no matter what she tries to do. It's in her nature to kill people, it's not in her nature to not kill people.
It was something she hated at times.
She crouched down behind a tree, scoping out the area. Her eyes looked over the surrounding area, the place covered in only the color green and brown with barely any other visible colors but those two particular ones.
In the distance, she saw a black figure moving. She squinted her eyes towards it, trying to make out what it was, but she couldn't. With a small sigh, she wrapped her bow strap on her shoulder and jumped upwarps, latching her hands onto the tree branch. She placed her feet onto the actual tree and hoisted herself upwards, pushing herself off the tree by using her feet to give herself more strength to pull herself onto the branch. She continued to climb the tree until she got to the very top.
Once she got to the very top of the tree, she jumped over to the next tree then the next and the next after that until she was near the figure, but not too close so she wouldn't scare it off in case it was an animal.
She pulled back her bow string, inhaling sharply and letting go. The arrow loosed on the figure, hitting it square in the shoulder.
Falo would've smiled in triumph, but she didn't this time. Her eyes were wide when the figure let out a humanly scream before it fell limp to the ground.
She wrapped her bow around her shoulder then jumped down onto the ground, planting her feet firmly workout herself. She ran over to the person and crouched down beside them. She pushed some hair out of their face, only to be met with a familiar face.
"Redick?" Falo whispered. No response. "Redick!" she shook him, but still no response. He was out cold.
How could she have been so freaking stupid to not know the difference between man and animal, it wasn't like they were similar in many ways, if anything they were drastically different than similar.
She had to get him back to Polis so they could fix him up.
Falo wrapped his arm around her neck, the blood seeping out of his wound, the arrow still sticking out.
