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The breeze traveled through the forest, carrying the smells of berries to the towns. The plucked string of a bow, the silent travel of an arrow. These noises were more accustomed to Naviare, the hunter. Her silvery hair blew around her, carried by an unknown breeze. Her cloak pulled around her, hiding the sword around her waist and the knife attached to her thigh. The darkened leather armor was tight against her skin. She raced ahead, barely making a sound, to examine her kill.

She bent down, looking over the deer. She hit her mark, something she never misses. She pulled out her knife and sliced off a part of meat, walking over to the fire.

Night was starting to fall again, Naviare looked around carefully. She stood up, dowsing the fire, and took off deep into the woods. She soon found a cave, different from her last hiding spot, and climbed in. She curled up and was soon asleep, the same demonic wrath raging through the town, looking for her....