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I heard the wooden pub door open with a bang and the footsteps of very loud people entering through the entrance.
Seven people all male, I guessed.
"Well if it isn't the mystery hunter who is supposedly a thing of legends!" A dirty hunter spat. "They're all fictional stories you know about how the cloaked one never missing his shot!" He announced to the small crowd of men in the pub trying to get a reaction out of me.
"Everyone knows that I'm the one with the highest amount of kills in this realm."
He then paused waiting for me to defend myself.
Suddenly realizing he wasn't going to get what he wanted, he stated, "Look the supposable legend isn't even defending his honor! Ha! Pathetic!"
Yup definitely males, I thought before I stated.
"Where is the honor in killing innocent animals that have a more pure of heart then you will ever have?" I said quietly, "They sacrifice their lives to us for us to live....hunting is a noble sacrifice from the defenseless creatures not a sport played for honor."
I slowly got up from the wooden seat in the small pub in the middle of nowhere careful not to let my cloak’s hood fall off of my head. Clutching the wooden fork into my dirt incrusted hand knowing that in one thrust of my hand I could send it into the bastard’s heart without even looking....so tempting yet not noble.
I knew it wasn't the right thing to do but he had it coming when he even started to talk about honor....as if he knew what it was....
Just one flick of the wrist that will send him to the furry depts of hell.....so tempting....
"Oh! What compassion!" he said in a squeaky voice.
"Might as well be a housewife with all this love and sincerity to those stupid mutts!" He yelled loudly.
Anger pounded threw me hating the view of women and animals from all males. To them women were just property, their possession that is able to be traded for a goat. To them animals were just objects with no feelings or heart.....
"Maybe you're right!" I stated loudly for them to hear my back facing them.
"I have yet to meet a single male who has a single bit of remorse or compassion for women and animals."
I turned around face still covered with my cloak. I peeked under the soft black material ableing them to see my light hazel brown eyes.
"But what would I know...." With that I flicked my wrist releasing the fork knowing that it hit his shoulder. When hearing the grunt of pain come out of him I made my ways across the pub to the door leaving my barely eaten food on the counter, feeling all the shocked eyes stare at me when I slammed the door shut. One of these days I'll reveal myself for what I truly am...
A huntress not a hunter, I thought to myself while making my way towards the forest
Only a couple inches and I would've have struck his heart.... (Sigh) so tempting.
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|Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey||as The Huntress AKA Anastasia|