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Senora 60/60
Senora gasped quietly, but not quietly enough. The sound of a twig snapping while simultaneously seeing the rustle of the underbrush ahead and to the right of her took her completely by surprise. She automatically dropped into a crouch willing her heart to slow it's startled pace. The bushes she had seen move couldn’t be more than 10 feet ahead of her. Why hadn’t she become aware of something else near her before now? She could understand why it hadn’t been aware of her as she was traveling as stealthily as she could. However, she had also been using every elven sense she possessed to pick up any trace of any other presence in the forest. She should have noticed in time to avoid them if she wished.
She self-consciously tugged the hood of her cloak lower ensuring that whoever was behind those bushes would not be able to see her features, even if they were to encounter each other. She ran a thumb over the hilt of the short sword strapped to her side for reassurance. Some considered it an unusual choice of weapon for a cleric. She didn’t think so, after all, she was no usual cleric. She cleared her mind in preparation for a fight all the while never taking her eyes off the bushes she knew to be hiding someone or something behind it. Only years of mastery at self-control kept her mind from returning to the evil feelings that had flood through her a short time before. Allowing fear to creep into her thoughts would only cloud her mind and weaken her chances for victory if a conflict were to occur. Take every moment as only a moment. Assume nothing. Expect nothing. After all, those bushes may house little more than deer. Kaelin’Dar help me. She allowed her hand to fully grip the hilt of her sword and waited.
[ 04-07-2005, 03:18 AM: Message edited by: Salinye ]
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