[Center][h2][color=BCBCBC]Sparrow[/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]
Something was off. Sparrow’s eyes shot around the forest from the relative safety of the tree before she arrived at Milk. At first, Sparrow thought she may have just been paranoid, but her feelings were soon justified. In the distance, a figure of nightmarish looks stood motionless, it’s tendrils reaching for the lone and defenseless Milk. Sparrow drew back her bow and launched the already nocked arrow in the creature’s direction before screaming towards Milk [color=BCBCBC] “MILK! RUN!”[/color] Sparrows senses went into overdrive as she maneuvered carefully and quickly through the branches, her balance never faltering. In all of her years hunting, she had developed an extremely good sense of balance that allowed her to accomplish things most couldn’t. Save the apes of course.

As she got back to the place she’d climbed up, she quickly wrapped her otherwise bare hands in a few layers of cloth before leaping onto the dangling rope below her. Sparrow’s heart pounded in her chest as the rope slid through her hands. Despite the fabric, when she reached the bottom Sparrow felt the sting of rope burn on her palms. With massive amounts of adrenaline surging through her body Sparrow took off in a sprint towards the figure. She pulled another arrow from her hip-mounted quiver and let it fly. At this point she wasn’t trying to hit it as much as she was trying to distract it. She couldn’t lose Milk. She was all that kept Sparrow sane in this world.

[color=BCBCBC]“Oh Mother Earth, splendour of life eternal and keeper of balance arise! Come and bring light to those that sit in darkness and dwell in the aura of death. Guide my hand to defend the harmless and abolish this monstrosity!”[/color] Sparrow spoke sternly, having stopped to properly aim at the figure that now stood no further than fifty feet in front of her. Sparrow’s once calm grey eyes were now stormy. She pulled an arrow up and drew back her bow fully, launching the vicious broadhead-tipped projectile towards her opposer.

Sparrow looked over to Milk for a brief second, making sure that her companion; her sister, her friend, was not harmed. Then, turning back to the beast and readying her bow once more, she spoke to the beast in a stern, but not hostile voice. [color=BCBCBC]“Creature, you have visited this forest once before in my presence. Why do you aim to harm the ones I care for? Who or what has sent you to wreak havoc among the Earth Mother’s forest?”[/color] The young woman kept her bow partially drawn, but lowered for the time. If the best even made the slightest movement towards either herself or Milk, another broadhead was only a split second away from flight.