thewolffenrir:

They had been tracking the same game. Fenrir knew he was drawing too close to where he knew the elves preferred to shoot strangers — or, in this case, strange creatures. The latter more so, in fact. Nonetheless, he had ceased caring, and continued on even when his senses were overwhelmed with elf. Sylvan, in this one’s case, it seemed.

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Fenrir eyed her stance. Her bow. Breathed in her scent. It wasn’t exactly fear, but anyone would be able to see this she-elf was certainly unnerved by his appearance. Unnatural and intelligent green eyes watched her silently, but he remained unthreatening, his muscles and tail relaxed.

“Well?” He finally spoke up, tone low. “Are you going to shoot me, or not?”

Malachite eyes watched her, neither creature willing to shed blood. Not all was evil, not all was dark. In a sense, she wished for the creature to move on- thrive with in the woods and do what must be done when the time came. Whatever that meant..
“Are you going to attack me?” She quipped, nothing about her stance changing.
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