Lynx stood by the hearth. She had stripped off her heavy leathers, wearing only her thermal under-layers. She turned to face Graves, who sat on the edge of the heavy oak bed frame. Coldplay - A Sky Full Of Stars -official Audio- [FREE]
Silence returned to the mountain, broken only by Graves's heavy breathing and the wind. He stood up, wiping purple ichor from his gauntlets, and walked over to where Lynx sat in the snow, humiliated. Smartdraw License Key Reddit
Lynx watched him fasten it, her breath hitching. This was the turning of the tables. The Hunter becoming the Hunted. The dominant predator bowing to be mastered.
He trailed off, letting the implication hang. Graves was old school. He didn't care about credits. He cared about discipline. He cared about the Hunt.
The Elk collapsed, dead.
"Steady," she whispered to herself, controlling her breathing. Her finger tightened on the trigger. The reticle settled perfectly over the beast’s cranial cluster.
Lynx stretched, feeling the soreness, a reminder of the boundaries she had crossed. She looked at her crossbow, resting against the wall, cleaned and ready.
"Then we begin."