Ragged breaths and the clang of armor were the only noise to be heard between the oaks of the forest. Instead of noticing the beauty surrounding her, a feeling of dread washed over the tall and graceful brunette, as she was sure her pursuers were gaining ground, based on how much closer the sounds were. She dared not look back but remained focused on keeping sure footing as she darted between tree trunks and branches. The ache in her legs was beginning to worry her but the thought of her capture from the men following, far outweighed any pain she may have begun to feel. She knew quite well what would befall her if she didn't get away, but she also knew that these were the type of men who enjoyed the hunt, and would not stop until they had caught their prey. And she was very desirable prey indeed.

Her simple, yet elegant, white dress flowed behind her and she prayed to the good spirits that nothing snagged her or caused her to trip. She could ill afford to lose any more ground. The harder she ran, the more she felt like it was hopeless. She could feel the men closing in on her. It was becoming clear that she was not going to be able to outrun them and if she didn't come up with a better solution, she would be too weary to fight them off. She desperately tried to think of what she would be capable of doing against four, well armed, men. It was at that very moment, that something caught her attention. From the corner of her eye, she saw a figure running at an angle toward her. She felt a shiver of fear, trickle down her spine at the thought of a fifth man coming for her from a different direction. She abrubtly pivoted in an atrempt to change her own direction, all the while thinking about how quads rarely bring extra men while hunting.

The new pursuer yelled something she couldn't quite make out, but one thing was certain. It was not a man. The voice that came from the figure was decidedly female. She felt herself falter slightly and immediately chastised herself for becomming distracted, even if momentarily. She looked to the side where the woman was and regretted choosing to do so. She saw that the woman was much closer to her then the men were. She knew why too. She was free of any armor or weapons that might weight her down. The only protection she had was skin tight leather, the color of blood.