Walking through the gentle grass,
a warm breeze blows.
Crackling foliage underneath,
alerts the prey of my presense.
I swing my bow and arrow around,
scanning for a sight of my prey.
Ears alert,
eyes focused,
muscles tightened.
What will become of my hunt?
a warm breeze blows.
Crackling foliage underneath,
alerts the prey of my presense.
I swing my bow and arrow around,
scanning for a sight of my prey.
Ears alert,
eyes focused,
muscles tightened.
What will become of my hunt?
This is my elven character on a hunt. Moderators, feel free to move this wherever comfortable^^