The Black and White.
The night brought such a silence that the crackle of the campfire was all that could be heard, like a crazy natural music. The flames that licked at the wood and the red sparks both danced in the cool breeze. Roxy sat close on a mossy log, her face toasted warm and her back cold, mesmerized, relaxed. It was like the fire was charming her worries from her and sending them heaven bound along with the dark smoke.
The thundering of hooves split the silence as a lone stallion galloped through the bleak landscape.
His muscles rippled from under his freshly groomed pelt and his powerful legs. Atop the stallion was a human shaped body bent in an awkward angle, looking closely you could see something sticking out of the body, looking like an arrow.
The white horse standing by the fire, whined in distress and came closer to her master.
''Easy girl, easy...'' The woman's silky voice calmed down the agitated horse, before coming slowly on a path the other horse was coming from. 'Rider? Out here?' the woman thought before swiftly taking the rains from the coming horse and calming him down.
'Woo, boy, easy...everything's okay now, there we go...Frost come over and help keep this handsome beast calm.' The woman asked her horse who in turn nodded her head before slowly coming to her side and keeping the other horse calm.
The woman slowly took the body out of the saddle, the heavy weight almost took her down with the body. 'Good Lord, this guy is so fucking heavy! You need to stop eating sweet rolls my friend.''
She lied down the body on her bedroll, before looking closely at the wound. ' Arrow stuck in his back, it will be pain in the ass to get out, first I need to strip him out of this piece of junk, before doing anything. I am not a healer. But I am glad my old friend taught me how to treat wounds like these.'
The woman slowly took her time undressing the man, careful of his injuries. Leaving with his pants and helmet on, she looked at his legs and there was a white jagged end of a broken bone cutting through the skin and blood ran freely in thick scarlet river amongst the hair of his leg. 'Fuck. That probably will hurt like a fuck in the morning.' The mud and grit had become enmeshed with raw pink flesh and was spotted with blood. 'One things for sure, its going to be very painful to clean and my money will be that it's already infected too.' She washed it with water, applied some herbs from pain and set the bone as best as she could. Before she turned to the other task, she took time to put some herbs in the cup and put a kettle on fire for boiling the water to make some tea and give her patient some painkillers when he wakes.
'Now then, the hard part is over, next the most painful one to go. Sorry my friend, this is going to hurt like a bitch. I don't envy you.'
Back home She played with a lot of Capitol's weapons in training, so she knew that this arrow was meant for only one thing. War. She hated War. That's why she prefers to stick to herself and not get involved in any of it.
This man was probably a soldier in an army, and probably an idiot who can't think for himself but follows orders like a fool.
She narrowed her gaze at the wound in his back before tightly squeezing the end of an arrow and with fast movements she took it out, the blood flowing out of the wound, just as fast as she took out the arrow, she used one of the sticks close by the fire and heated it up and took it and pressed hard on his wound to close it from both sides.
The man only screamed once before falling once again into abyss.
The woman sighed, as she bandaged him up, before looking at the arrow she took out.
It was a stunning black arrow. ''Oh,'' She whispered in admiration.
''My, oh my, this is beautiful, I knew only one person who has black arrows, so why is this here? Just what kind of crap did I get into now?'' She asked as she looked at her horse who snorted at her and bobbed her head up once.
The woman pointed a finger at the horse. ''Hey, Don't forget if it was not for me, you would be someone's lunch by now. So don't give me that look!''
The horse stomped her leg twice and shook her head, her white mane glowing in the firelight.
The woman gasped as she looked at her horse. ''Why I would never! This is not my fault if that keeper could not keep it in his pants! Serves him right I say!''
The horse whined. The woman rolled her eyes. ''Oh, be quiet. ''
The woman looked at the man on her bedroll, usually she prefers her bed companion awake and alert before the act, then dead to the world and wounded.
'Oh, well. You win some, you lose some. Now then since the fire is strong and wind is warm, night still young, I can do some writing, and looking at this scene just got me going in a direction I need...''