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I ran out the cave and took a swift left. He will try to kill me, now. He had a reason to. I knew he had a reason to. I just couldn't answer him, if and when he asked me for truth. I also knew this forest was his home and he would have no trouble finding me. Although I was being hunted, I felt relaxed, calm. I wasn't afraid to die, he would not fail and I knew that. But I refused to make it easy.
Breathing was difficult as a sudden cold chill blew through the air. I could hear nothing but the wind as I continued in no one direction, not able to see much in front of me. Snow had begun to fall thickly around me, penetrating the thick canopy above. I hoped to use this to my advantage. I did not have the hunter's agility; I could not easily climb a tree as he could and I had no doubt he was already above ground, watching and waiting for me. I must get higher. Or at least use trickery. It was getting darker.
I slowed down, trying to catch my breath. The adrenaline pumping through my veins was wearing thin and I was feeling tired and listless. I frowned as I looked around me. The snow was nearly up to my knees and I was just a target. I forced myself to move toward a particularly large tree and followed it around. It was an old tree with bits of heavy bark peeling off the trunk. Looking around me and listening to the silence, I took a tentative hand, and fingered the bark, and then I pulled it. The strip easily broke off leaving a softer inner trunk underneath. I peered up the tree, it wasn't too far. As I reached down my legs for the smaller knives, I looked around and listened, only the sound of soft pats from the fallen snow could be heard.
I stood up and plunged one of my daggers high into the trunk. I grasped it and bent my knees to hang. I gave a nod in satisfaction; the daggers would hold if I were quick. I shoved the old bark from the tree under the snow and covered it, trying to hide my tacks. I wasn't a fool, though. With another dagger in my hand, I rammed it into the tree and began to climb. It was hard and slow work trying to pull as much of the bark as I could, while holding my body weight with one arm and ramming the free dagger in with the other. I know I just needed to get high. I wondered where the hunter was.
When I left the cave, I did not keep in one direction, but different ones, leaving clues that led into misinformation. I knew this game. It was familiar to me and curiously, gave me excitement. I felt a determination, something that told me to never become the prey, but become the hunter. That was my plan. I was hoping the falling snow would cover most of the bits of bark that had fallen under me, but I doubted it.
I was on the lowest branch now, my arms feeling loose and worn and my face covered in sweat, but I had no time to waste. I was standing on a thick branch, the snow that did manage to fall on this branch had melted and standing was...
Breathing was difficult as a sudden cold chill blew through the air. I could hear nothing but the wind as I continued in no one direction, not able to see much in front of me. Snow had begun to fall thickly around me, penetrating the thick canopy above. I hoped to use this to my advantage. I did not have the hunter's agility; I could not easily climb a tree as he could and I had no doubt he was already above ground, watching and waiting for me. I must get higher. Or at least use trickery. It was getting darker.
I slowed down, trying to catch my breath. The adrenaline pumping through my veins was wearing thin and I was feeling tired and listless. I frowned as I looked around me. The snow was nearly up to my knees and I was just a target. I forced myself to move toward a particularly large tree and followed it around. It was an old tree with bits of heavy bark peeling off the trunk. Looking around me and listening to the silence, I took a tentative hand, and fingered the bark, and then I pulled it. The strip easily broke off leaving a softer inner trunk underneath. I peered up the tree, it wasn't too far. As I reached down my legs for the smaller knives, I looked around and listened, only the sound of soft pats from the fallen snow could be heard.
I stood up and plunged one of my daggers high into the trunk. I grasped it and bent my knees to hang. I gave a nod in satisfaction; the daggers would hold if I were quick. I shoved the old bark from the tree under the snow and covered it, trying to hide my tacks. I wasn't a fool, though. With another dagger in my hand, I rammed it into the tree and began to climb. It was hard and slow work trying to pull as much of the bark as I could, while holding my body weight with one arm and ramming the free dagger in with the other. I know I just needed to get high. I wondered where the hunter was.
When I left the cave, I did not keep in one direction, but different ones, leaving clues that led into misinformation. I knew this game. It was familiar to me and curiously, gave me excitement. I felt a determination, something that told me to never become the prey, but become the hunter. That was my plan. I was hoping the falling snow would cover most of the bits of bark that had fallen under me, but I doubted it.
I was on the lowest branch now, my arms feeling loose and worn and my face covered in sweat, but I had no time to waste. I was standing on a thick branch, the snow that did manage to fall on this branch had melted and standing was...
