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Far away from the houses, the people and their noises, there was sitting Livuelle in the shadow of the trees. The setting sun gleamed red and wrapped the landscape in that beautiful color like a satin veil. The still warm sunbeams tickled the sunkissed skin of Livuelles face and she slowly raised one hand to rub over the bruised cheek, gently. She hissed quietly and grimaced in pain whilst her penetrative gaze glide over to the walls of trolls bane.

It felt good to avoid this town as good as possible after all the trouble with Olaf and Milamber.
Milamber. Just the thought of him brought her watery eyes and let her heart beat a way faster. She missed that boy, for whom she cared, so much that it pained her a lot to let him be. That was the one side of her feelings which seemed to overwhelm her every now and then, the sadness.
The other feeling, mostly when thinking about Olaf, was the immense anger and that's why she distracted herself to a more calm place, like the deep forests. There she had the chance to become one again with her bow. But that's easier said than done.
With the interior rage she was nothing more than a bad copy of herself, who was unable to focus the aim with the trembling hands. She hated it, at the moment she hated a lot and there was one thing with what she couldn't bear that well -the silly talk between the people in the town, who call her a bad mother-.

It was the wrong way to accept the task to care for a child when looking back at her naivety. But that is too late now and with dislike she had to admit now that she failed, completely.
Milambers way was a different than her own one and all what she wished for him was that he'll find that way and will be happy in the future. For Livuelle it was clear that she also had to face the punishment of Thor, whatever that will be.

When it suddenly started to rain, she slowly turned on the grass and leaned the back against the trunk of the tree right behind her. The bow on her back got pressed against her shoulder blades and scratched along the hard bark, but she didn't care. She tucked up her legs and extended one hand to her left, pulling the quiver closer to herself. Just as she was going to pull a long, thin shaft and a small piece of leather out of the quiver, she had to notice that the rain was getting stronger. Even the close leaves of the treetop couldn't hold off the hard rain drops and suddenly Livuelle rised rather quickly when getting aware that she was surrounded by thick fog.
Now she was just standing there, observant and with a strained expression upon the face while she tried to look through the thick fog, which seemed to caress her ears and to whisper with a barely audible voice into them.
It was like she tried to shake off the upcoming fear..or was it just the upcoming cold from the totally drenched clothes?
Slow and easy, she raised her bow and sighted down the arrow. Taking a deep breath, she drew the bowstring taut, looking strained through the fog. Anybody who would have crossed her way now to step out of the fog would have been her next aim.
But the fog and the rain vanished as fast as it came up, because now she was standing in the middle of the meadow, near the tree, surrounded by sheeps and an absolut clear view. The dark brown eyes looked around, nervously and she started to blink when rain drops ran down her forehead. She lowered the bow, hesitatingly and kneeled down to gather her things. Another look around followed and she slowly had herself under control again. She yearned for a warm fire now and so she began to walk towards trolls bane with rather quick steps, bringing the cold hands into the coat pockets.
She stopped abruptly and furrowed the brows while the fingertips felt for the clean metal. Livuelle pulled on the metal with a quick movement of her hand and tilted the head after she had raised the hand, holding a necklace in it now. She seemed to examine the necklace, closely and when reading over the engraved letters she had to sigh, deeply "Oh damn...". It seemed she already had forgotten the rather mysterious meeting with the man whom she had borrowed the hatchet. She shook her head and let the necklace glide back into the coat pocket, muttering with a frustrated, yet still soft voice"...i hope the hatchet serves your purposes, Saidor."

After she had spoken those words, she turned around and rushed off, in the hope to find some dry branches in the depth of the forest.

((Open RP for everybody...if someone is interested *smile*))
Fog and silence lay over the northern woods, just every now and then you were able to hear a quiet crack or a rustling in the depth of the forest. Slowly some birds seem to awake as well and welcomed the new day with a lovely tune. The dawn had started and the darkness of the forest faded away, letting it now gleam in different colors as if you would look through a kaleidoscope. Beautiful. The dew on the moss, on the bushs and on every small flower which adorned the ground glittered like thousands of diamonds..

Livuelle had to sigh when enjoying the view and her gently curved lips raised for a moment to smile in a melancholic manner. That was her new home now and she doesn't regret her decision...maybe sometimes, when thinking about Milamber and what he might do out there, in that town full of fools and evil scum.
No, she was sure that Gobiath had no better place to offer, especially not when enjoying the view of the dawn or the sundown.
She rised from the log on which she was sitting and turned around, looking over her small tent, self-made..out of some ropes and large cloth. It looked not very comfortable, even quite unstabil and when thinking about the upcoming winter she knew that she has to work on a better version, but for now it served her purposes.

Livuelle walked closer with the hazel eyes fixing the bow which lay on the ground right next to some furs. She bent over and took the bow with a small smile and turned around then, looking through the trees with a gaze of delight. The bow was her everything. Always on her side. She had that bow now for some years and so it looked a bit worn. They are gone through very 'rough' times and she took care of it as best as she could all over the years. And so the bow still served her purposes like walking through the forest with an extremely observant and sharp-witted look, hunting the next meal. Though, when one would look into her hazel eyes when she's holding the bow with the bowstring pulled back, ready to release it whenever she found her aim, one could see the hard glint in them, a dark shadow filled with bad memories which seem to lighten up the flames of a fiery fire of rage and the lust of revenge.

When Livuelle walked through the forest then she did that with quiet and slow steps. Not wearing more than her simple leather boots, leather trousers and a simple shirt, which lays tight around her belly and her breasts, yes, but that avoids to get caught by branches which would produce useless noises in the worst moments. The fingers wrapped tight around the wood of the bow and the observant eyes lightly narrowed when looking around.
She had to blink when she had the feeling to see 'something' between two trees which was too tall for a wolf and for a deer, but she was still too far away for making sure what she had seen there. She slowered the steps down and walked closer, slowly raising the bow. She tilted the head and fixed the tall shadow, in the inside she was just hoping that it wasn't a bear. The closer she came the more the fog got thicker which made it even harder to see more. Suddenly she stopped right behind a tree, the bow still raised and the gaze fixed on her aim which she observed with caution now...

Barely able to sleep, Leia found herself frightened to be awake when the dark still reigned over the place. Her fears of the night and the worst that could happen recurred in her. The recent incident that had her body transformed into a dreadful and nasty demon was making her sleep hard and disturbed. Hence she did nothing but froze where she was, not even the slightest motion coming from her.

A few hours later, the morning rays of the sun swept away the darkness on the land along with the fear inside Leia. Relieved, she stood up and stepped outside, stretching and yawning. In those early hours of the day, she decided to - for the first time - explore whatever lies beyond the gates of the town of Troll's Bane. Fetching her sturdy bow and filled quiver, she cautiously strolled along the streets, constantly looking around her with a gaze that seems to express a feeling of worry.

Her steps became all the more slower and cautious the moment she was out of the north gate. She felt unsecure, a stranger of the land that was ahead of her. Inhaling a deep breath she proceeded along, one hand grasping her bow tightly. It wasn't long before she encountered the forest, and that's where the decision to hunt some deer arose. But even upon that decision, her feeling of fear and insecurity still remained, and caused her to proceed with a slow and stiff pace.

Amongst those tall trees and high shrubs, the place darkened. Her instincts forced her to be more sensitive to every little noise around, more aware of the movements around her. Now she looked almost timid as she glances around her with her eyebrows constantly lifted upwards. Her breathing was already heavier than normal, despite the fact that for now, no one seemed around her. Her attention immediately turned with a fright as she heard the snatching noise of a branch. Alarmed by it, but relieved after spotting a deer.

With some hesitation, Leia slowly reached for an arrow in the quiver. Whilst doing so, her hand could be seen to tremble slightly for some reason, and she looked far away from determined and steady. Focusing on the deer and preparing to arm her bow, she was totally unaware of the other presence approaching from a distance behind her.

Placing the arrow against the taut string of the bow, Leia stretched it back and aimed towards the deer. At that moment, the deer was already alert of a nearby presence, or even presences. However, Leia was not experienced enough to realize that that was the ideal time to shoot her arrow. In fact, before she even made the decision to fire the arrow, she was surprised when that animal she targetted was flung suddenly to one side as it was hit by a projectile.

However, before she could even think and react on that, the creaking noise of the branch some distance behind her caught her attention. Reacting upon instinct, she turned around swiftly and aimed the bow towards the trees in the distant, seeing no one around.

It was as if the time suddenly stopped, and the quietness was all fearful and stressful. She could hear her own quick breathing and her rapid heartbeat. She could hear the slightest breeze that glided around the trees, and the soft whispers of dried leaves. Being unsure of what was hiding - if it was someone or something after all - was as frightening as seeing a dire wolf before her eyes. Every second that passed was crucial and she had to take a decision. She could simply wait, she could walk towards the sources of the sounds or she could run as fast as she can out of that dark forest.

Unable to really take a decision, she found herself hesitatingly turning her head from side to side, giving repeated and quick glances at where the now-lifeless deer was shot and at the other side, where the noise of the branch sounded at. She was too panicked and edgy to even think of hiding her self, she wasn't concealed behind any shrug or bark, not even knelt down.