Dynasty

The Chase

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THE SUN HAD barely lit up the horizon, and the border tribe was already beaming with busy chatters and traditional beats.

A red cock crows, feathery chest puffed in pride before letting out a scared clack, jumping off the short wooden fence and leaving it's tiny imprint on the mud soaked ground as it scurried off into the morning.

A white, furry fluff ball speeds underneath the fence, it's mud stained limbs leaving it's print over that of the red bird's, barely avoiding the stampede of bare, miniature feet leaving seven pairs of footprints, and two sets of larger shoe prints totally drowning out the initial prints and scattering through the trail.

Seven identical children lead the chase after a mud stained, still white rabbit around the small, secluded village.

They race through the farm where a young woman lifts a basket of freshly harvested rice to her head, the rabbit running between her legs, startling her to let out a shriek and drop the basket, it's small muddy limbs leaping over the wreckage as she scrambles to save the food from dirt.

Her efforts deem futile when seven pairs of feet stomp right over it, her eyes widening in horror as she watches the grains get buried in the mud.

"Sorry," two teenage males leap over the mess, apologizing to the woman frantically digging through the mud and wincing when she screams following their exit.

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Deep in the forest, a female clad in brown leather trousers,  brown, sleeveless, leather upper wear, and matching fingerless gloves.

Her head tips to the side, picking up on the echo of the scream as her target, a deer leaps off.

She nocks an arrow in the quiver, aiming upward and  releasing the bowstring before running off in the direction of the scream.

Another, a male, eyes as dark as his clothing set on the colorful arrow digging into the center of the hill from his position atop the only tree.
He plucks a pink fruit off a branch above him, swinging through the branches of the gigantic tree and landing in a roll on the grassy knoll.

The tall male hastily tightens his satchel around his neck draped with unevenly cut, long, black locks before sprinting down the rounded hill and into the forest ahead.

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The light, muddy ground took a darker and firmer hue as they progressed into the garden blossoming with flowers spreading open in the sense of sunlight.

Running through the walk path, the flowers in contract with luck for not getting trampled, pink panicked eyes of the white creature noticed it's chasers closing in on it causing it to take a desperate sharp turn through through the taller flowers, the seven youngsters still hot on it's tail with two teenagers fumbling behind.

It hops even faster, heading for a tree in the garden with a man standing on a wooden chair, carefully draining honey from a hive and doing his best to not agitate the buzzing stingers.

He losses his balance when the rabbit leaps over the stool, knocking down his jar of honey before sighing in relief seeing the hive still in place right before seven eight   year olds run right through, knocking him off the stool, his stick slamming into the hive and sending it off the tree.

"Sorry," two teenagers maneuver past,  barely avoiding the horde of angry bees whizzing towards the gardener.

Another scream, this time masculine and from another direction.

She clutches her bow tighter while taking a detour, the sunlight between trees bathing her long, brown hair falling over the tan skin of her exposed shoulders and arms.