by
Janice Jackson
"Shadow Walker, I believe it is time we returned to the Talos Valley, the ones we seek have been there recently. I can smell their scent on the winds." The tall red headed woman spoke as she rubbed the white wolf's head.
The beast looked up at her and whined, not in fear, for he feared few things alive in the world, this time he sensed something different about their hunt. Something was going to happen. For good or evil he could not tell.
"Do not worry so much, Shadow Walker, we have faced these beasts before and the twisted ones also. We shall be alright ." The tall woman, now squatted down beside the white wolf, scratching behind his ears to comfort the both of them, for she also felt something was different. This would be no ordinary hunting trip.
The pair traveled by day and night, they did not worry about predators. Most wild beasts avoided them and those that did not became the prey themselves. The huntress and wolf were feared by most creatures they came across, after a few encounters, even the Night Stalkers avoided them.
Whish , thunk. Whish , thunk. The sound of the huntress practicing with her katana filled the morning air as it was swung through the air. Twelve pounds of solid steel cleaved the crisp morning air. The huntress was sweating and near winded by the time she had practiced for an hour. Striping off her clothing she raced toward the icy waters of a nearby river. The huntress was nearly knocked off her feet by a white fluff of fur, she laughed as she grabbed for the wolf, dragging them both under the icy waters.
"Shadow Walker, I should drown you for dumping me! Brr ! Let's get out of here, I am turning blue. One of us does not have a fur coat to keep her warm."
The huntress dried her shivering flesh with a length of leather shammy , then she dressed in an outfit that left little to the imagination. Strips of red dyed leather wrapped around her ample breasts, crossed her flat stomach muscles in a v shape. Her nether parts were barely covered by a thong like panty, leaving her taught buns uncovered. Knee high boots finished the daring outfit. Strange curves coved the thong and boots, where the hilts of knives were concealed. The huntress added two sais across her shoulders, these she would draw in close quarter battle. The huntress finished her dressing by swinging a long bow and quiver to her attire.
The wolf stared at her as if to wonder why she was dressing in such a manner. He had not seen her dress like this since their village had been destroyed many years ago. That had been the day she would have brought Vlad , the metal craftsman into the family.
"So do I look like a huntress to be admired?" She rubbed the wolf's nose with her knuckles. Her soft chuckle filled the morning air, for the huntress did not worry about how she appeared to other humans, she was who she was and that was all the mattered to her.
The two strangers traveled down the mountain side of the Dragon Fyre Mountains, headed toward the Talos Valley and the Black Dragon Inn. For fair or foul that is where their path led them.
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