Haia dashes across the fallen leaves of the undergrowth, jumping over roots and small plants. The Ram had knocked her really far, but it caught up rather quick. It was now behind her, razor sharp hooves shaving the ground of its leaves and plants, scratching the dirt surface. Tremors rock the heads of trees and trembled the ground. Trees bow below its feet as they get crushed and their splinters flew like bullets. Haia swears that she would rather fight one than two. Haia then stops. The previous plan worked. She runs head first into the Ram chasing behind her and slams her foot on its gray head right between its angry black beady eyes and vaults over it, landing on its soft fluffy back. She watches the Ram skid to a halt and fell over its feet, its inertia dragging it into the trees and bushes. Haia takes this chance to somersault off the beast and lands gracefully on the ground. She makes a mad dash for where she was before, the Ram had definitely knocked her a good distance. She lost her whole quiver of arrows and her bow, without them she could not continue her hunt and would fail the job. She is not going to fail.
She finds herself back in the clearing, the other Ram resting on the ground, probably sleeping to heal. She approaches it carefully, she could see it, her bow was hanging on the Ram's horn. Her arrows were scattered across the ground, some broken into bits while some were just hanging by the ends of their fibers. She managed to find some intact arrows, reducing the amount she needs to spend on the Orion type arrows. She creeps towards the Ram, not wanting to stir it. She reaches out for her bow, and grabs it. She pulls it towards her and gives it a hug, the firm hard wood back in her arms. She then thinks to herself, she needs some sort of way to deal with getting a Ram corpse to Crocus, especially one the size of a car out of the Spooky Forest. She sighed and stared at the sleeping beast. Without the fact its trying to charge you down to death, it was rather peaceful looking. But one kill is nothing, as long as she honors it. She slowly grabs an arrow, and approaches the beast. Just one stab in the neck and it is just a matter of transportation.
She bends down, trying to find the throat, she moves her hand across its hide, surprisingly tough. She hears some snorts, she freezes. She looks at the Ram's head, still asleep. She went back to what she was doing. She finds the throat, it heaves up and down. She raises her arrow and swiftly it went in. Blood spurts and the Ram bleats in pain as it woke up suddenly. Haia quick steps away and watches the animal beg for air and drops to its knees in a loud crash. She approaches it carefully and pulls her arrow out. It was dead. Now all she need to do is to honor its death like the hunter she is. She knocks of one of its horns and makes a small tomb for it. She thanked it for the kill before heaving the head on her shoulders and dragging the huge carcass.
As Haia dragged the corpse, she hears thundering hooves once more. Of course she was not going to get the corpse out of the forest without a fight. She steps away from the corpse and readies herself. She has a plan. Kick the thing in the face and get on its back. Then its a matter of staying on and stabbing the thing to death. She hears the hooves get closer. Then it stops, surprising and scaring Haia. She felt cold sweat run down her face and back. Why is she so scared? She raised her bow and notched an arrow, her vision sharpened. She then hears the hooves again, but they stopped for a moment. She then has the urge to look up, and she did and quickly rolls away. The Ram had somehow gained height and came crashing down. Haia narrowly managed to roll away and quickly shot an arrow, wounding the Ram's hide.
It was not long for it to get back on its feet, Haia got ready another arrow. It was getting tired already, salive was dripping out of its mouth. But she was feeling tired herself. She took in a deep breath, watching the Ram scrape the ground near its dead friend. It bellowed and panted, Haia breathed out. It lowers its head, its hooves shaving the ground more. It shooks its head, the fleece swaying in motion. Haia shifted her feet, ready to spring into action. It was quick. Haia rammed her foot into its head and somersaults over her prey and thrusts an arrow into its back. It bleats and stomps on the ground unlike before. Haia imagined it must have learnt. But however it has yet to learn to tackle having someone on its back. Like a wild horse it bucks continously, trying to get Haia off its fluffy back. Of course with little avail. The young 19 year old kept her stance and showed the beast the underworld through its back. Haia mercilessly stabbed the Ram's back. She then drives her feet into its side as she point her bow and the arrow, stained in blood and unleashes Yumi.
Three arrows of pure white light formed around Haia, shining brightly in the dark forest. It looks like a glimmer of hope. Haia pointed down towards the wound. The bright red blood of the beast shines eerily in the gaze of Holy Light. Thus began endless assault. Haia fire her arrow and it went deep into the Ram's back, like a nail in wood. And just like that, like a pack of hungry wolves that have gathered to pounce their prey, the light arrows formed by Yumi went into the flesh, blood spurting all over the girl and the fleece. Haia then drove her hand into the wound to pull the arrow out. She is running out stamina and so is the Ram. The Ram settled down, trying its best to regain its breath. Haia used this time to start hitting the Ram again, with much less effort than before.
Haia then hits a sweet spot. The Ram bucked up and Haia gets thrown off. It toppled over its own feet and crashed to the ground. Haia on the other hand manages to land on her feet, the arrow that was impale in her blood stained hands. She gets up and sees the Ram struggling to get up. She is getting tired. She raised her bow, it felt heavier now, pulled the drawstring and the arrows of light returned. One arrow more. Panting, she aimed at her target. Holding her breath, she fires the arrow. It flew swiftly, like an obidient soldier heading towards the enemy, it whistles through the air and like a platoon the light arrows follow uniformly. The arrow landed in the throat just like how she wanted it. Two dead Rams for the guy in Crocus. Haia say down, she needed time to recover or she is never going to bring these two back. She looks at her hand, all bloodied and sticky. She gets up, she just needs some water. She starts to look around for a stream. Was not too long, she kneels down and washes her hands and face, watching the red follow the current. She stares at it long, before proceeding back to the Rams, she wants that blanket after all. She takes a stroll back, she still needed to calm down. Nearly losing her bow frightened her, it may be years old now but the material held strong and still is, ironwood is a good wood too, being non flammable. She finds herself back in the battle ground, her emerald cape dancing in the wind that has picked up. She bents down and chucks the recently dead Ram's horn off and buries it in a tomb. Every prey has to be respected and returned to the earth. She pulls sunlight from the sky, makes strong wraps around the dead bodies and proceeds to pull them, heaving them each step, the dirt shifting with each pull. They were ridiculously heavy, and Haia wished there was a better way to do this. And Crocus is a good distance away. She hopes maybe a shipping caravan may arrive and be able to make it to Crocus but it looks like that would be like something from a theatre show.
Somehow, Haia managed to make it to Crocus. Miraculously at night a trading caravan that was carrying large goods happened to pass by. In exchange for their help, she gave them the other Ram to use. They were delighted all right, after they reached Crocus they took the Ram and went out of town, most likely to shave it and eat it. Haia's endeavour made her stomach growl. She reaches the shop once again and knocks on the door, awaiting a response, which came quick because the owner had a delightful and very surprised face. She smiled, she was bruised all over and had a tough fight, but she still managed to come back alive to make an old man smile. The owner tells Haia to wait before grabbing a pulley to bring the ram in through the roof. Haia could not help but wonder what goes on inside, but she waited outside, using the time to recover from her wounds. A nice bath in the Glowing Pool would be nice, all she had to do was make her trip to the Ancient Ruins and await a ship. She hears the door wind chime chime and sees the owner holding a big fluffy blanket and a sack of jewels on top.
"For your efforts miss," He said. Haia took it graciously with her hands and bows. She was happy to be of a service, and she is going to sleep well tonight.
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