Note: Hey, this is just a short lil' one shot I wrote in school during a 'revision session'. It's about The Hunters of Artemis. It can be about which ever one you want. Sorry it's short. Enjoy! :D
The Huntress was many things: she was a graceful dancer, performing an elaborate ballet; she was a deadly warrior, her eyes cold and full of determination; she was a killer, her bow drawn and ready for action.
She twirled and skipped her way through the marshy forest, the mud tickling her beneath her feet. Someone less experienced than her would have been distracted by the sensation long ago, but not her. Not the Huntress. She was in her element right now; in other words, she was invincible.
It was kind of beautiful in a way - not like your typical, movie star beautiful however. It was a silent beauty, beauty that doesn't boast or fling itself into your face. The sort of beauty that simply cannot be re-created by ridiculous amounts of make-up or hair products.
Her ears twitched - she had heard it.
She had heard the whisper of her prey.
A grin slowly spread across her filthy yet elegant face.
It was time to fire.
It was the time of The Huntress.
