[B]Natalie Hawkins[/B] - [i]The New Instructor[/I]

As always, she arrived early.

Within a day prior to when she had been ordered to become a teacher, the ancient Maiden arrived in the mist filled midst of the night. With a simple pack, and her weapons in tow, her senses took in the smell of the camp. 

It had been a year since she had been seen here last, standing triumphantly with her fiery hair and tenacity, holding the Olympian's flag in victory for the Hunt. Yet now, she came on completely different reasons, not as a passerby, nor as a messenger for another contest. Her reason was simple, yet grand all the same: she was here to become the new Archery Instructor. Dispatched to the camp by none other than Artemis herself.

Bearing perfect silence, she strode past the cabins that held numerous children of the Gods themselves, and instead she continued onward towards the wood. No longer would she stay in the cabin reserved for her honorable kind; instead, she would make her home amongst those she felt most comfortable.

Amongst the trees, the living, breathing pulse of nature herself.

Through the wood she walked, finding old hardened oaks of familiarity. Never did it take long to find a clearing to her preference. It was wide, quiet, with thin wisps of grass which bent obediently to the wind. Yet what was most important, was the pale light that washed over it all, the light of the Moon.

In the middle there was a great Oak, and she settled calmly beneath it. Leaning up against the twisted, wizened bark for a long moment. Observing her surroundings carefully to insure she hadn't been followed. Once she was sure she was alone, the Huntress dropped the heavy pack she had been burdened with, and got to work.

Up came the supports, over it all came the Canvas, and soon before long, her practiced hands brought to creation her true home. A large, expansive tent that encircled the Great Oak.

Inward she dipped into it, lifting the flap and finding all the comforts of the home she had known for the past two thousand years. Her tent was indeed a mystical one, as already were fulled with decoration not only for aesthetics, but with reminders of the hunts she had participated in. Of friends gained and lost.

Yet the scent of crisp, cool water caught her as well. Then did she realize that it had been a long venture to arrive at the Camp. Such a trip had left her covered in the dirt amd grime of long roads traveled, and it would not do well to begin her teachings with a poor first impression.

Humming softly to herself, the emerald cloak came unfastened, the thick fabric of her traveling garb came undone, and flawless porcelain skin came to touch the cool night air. Within the privacy of her home, she was as exposed as the statues of the Gods of old, and just as exquisite.

Wrapping a simple robe about her shoulders, the Huntress snatched both Quiver and Bow alike, and her singsong hum turned outright into a softened song as she strode throigh the clearing barefoot, and made for a quiet river. 

There, her toes dipped lightly into the crystalline waters, and once she found the chilling temperature to her satisfaction, the robe came undone and tossed aside, with her bow and quiver set carefully upon it. Within the waters she bathed, enjoying the company of Pale Moonlight as if her Goddess were still beside her, and once she was cleansed of the impurities of travel; she snatched upnthe robe, her weapons, and then retreated back to the sanctuary of her home.

The day would begin soon, and she needed to be ready. 

First throwing on the necessary undergarments of black and lace, a comfortable one-piece garb came on after that. Carefully fit to her, the red pastel fabric ran the length of her figure, ending just below her thighs as she let the luxurious curls of her hair run past her shoulders. Intense eyes of stormy blue would carefully watch on as she laced up thigh-high boots of fine leather, and not long after, bracers would be tightened on by belts about her wrists.

Nonchalantly, she would swing the quiver about so it rested against her backside, and her dominant hand picked up her bow.

Once she had checked herself in a mirror, the striking Huntress raised the flap of her tent and stepped out into the Sunrise, just as it splayed a brilliance of colors across the heavens that was only equaled by the fire in her hair.

With seemingly unintentioned grace, she strode into the camp and made for the sounds of machinery, chaos, and cheers. It never took long to find where the action was in this camp was, and nor did it take long for her to discern the location of Chiron.

Yet he was nowhere to be found!

Instead, she simply seemed to appear on the grounds near the tower. Casually, the Huntress latched her bow onto her back. The cheers that were ongoing stifled just for a moment then. Most of the campers knew who she was after all, since she had won the last game of Capture the Flag, their dislike of her presence was more than evident.

Yet with the absence of any other Maidens, her presence was anything but peculiar. Why was she here, alone? The hunt always traveled in packs akin to wolves. She was not dressed for the Hunt either it seemed, with only her bow and arrows, and light, colorful clothing instead that which was meant for camouflage.

What in Hades' name was she doing here, some must have thought.

Yet the cry of surprise and crash of an unfortunate camper to the ground diverted their attention back to where it should be: The Obstacle Course.

Finally once the madness had resumed, the Maiden looked on and watched through all the madness and chaos from where she stood. Watching of course for those with potential. Those who just might have a chance to learn the same level of skills that she possessed.