The keen green eyes of the woman were nearly black in the shadow of the dusk. She hunched in the bushes, not far from the hunting path. A dark scarf was wrapped over her head and her green cloak covered her white blouse. The Claith focused into the darkness with a catlike gaze- the only light in her eyes reflected from the fading sunlight. The shaking in her hands stilled as a branch cracked nearby, the woman's gaze scanning over the darkening foliage.
Out of the shadow rose an elegant creature, the doe's steps light as the fluttering of the small butterflies near the Claith. Merina watched the animal trot across the clearing, her emerald eyes no longer even shining with dusk light as it all had fallen. The area was nearly too dark to even see the chestnut coat of the deer. With smooth movements, she drew back an arrow on her bow, searching the area for a moment as she slowly rose- the sight of the doe hard to make out in the darkness.
Her gaze dance across the area for several moments before she spotted a shape and without much thought released her arrow into the air. There was a loud 'thunk' as the arrow connected with something and then the sound of rushed trotting- the doe escaping the clearing. Merina moved forward, the scarf on her head falling back to reveal her copper hair. She outstretched her hand and searched around the area she'd fired- eventually finding the arrow.
It was lodged into a tree stump- a large on at that. The woman gave a frown, gazing at the arrow before shaking her head and moving away, leaving it as a mark. Out of the forest the Claith moved, returning onto the path and heading back towards civilization. The cover of dark was not always a gift- sometimes it was also a hinderance.
