||The Huntress||

When the snow clears... the mistake showed.

When the snow clears... the mistake showed.

Characters

Anna

Stoic cold and focused but easily aggravated

Her stature tall and empowering she was one frightening gal

Only speaks Russian slight English i think not much tho

Intro

||She had been on the hunt with a really big deer for a while the darn thing kept running... dodged way too quick not saying she wasn't a good hunter just saying that if she was gonna try she was gonna earn it-|| After a while The snow had piled on to much she couldn't see what she was doing this years snow storm had been way to much... her axe flew and hit something... and wasn't the deer... The snow swirled fiercely around the tall Huntress as she stood frozen mid-step, the haft of her axe buried deep into… something. The deer had vanished again, swallowed by the storm—but what lay a couple feet from her was no beast||

Anna

The thick flakes swirl in the blizzard's howl as my breath fogs sharply in front of me, steely eyes narrowing at the shape now pinned beneath my ice-encrusted axe. The weapon’s buried deep into leather—not flesh, unforgettablly. With a hack still sown in the bark, I peer through snow-laden lashes at the unfortunate soul who just got in my way, mask pushed slightly due to the gaintin winds.||

"Не думал, что ударю кого-то настолько глупого, что встану у меня на пути"

||A faint glint of irritation sparks in my dark-colored eyes as I tilt my head slightly, assessing. Snow drapes both of us now like frozen lace—but I don’t blink. Not yet.||