David
It had been a few days since her last visit with Prince Astalios. Being left alone to her thoughts once more, the huntress had allowed her family to invade her mind. It wasn't as if they were never there of course, she thought about her mother and father constantly. She wondered if they were still searching for her, or if they had forgotten about her. Roesia had always hated how much she thought about her noble family. She only wished she herself could forget about *Them*. Each time her mind drew back the memories of home, her heart hurt all the more. Perhaps there was a spell she could find? A witch maybe, that could take away those memories? Trying her best to get lost in her hunt instead, Roesia's familiar, Hera, flew back down from above the trees, landed on the half-elf's shoulder then disappeared with a small bow.

"Next clearing over.. I don't think a stag that big should be an issue." Speaking quietly to herself, Roesia pulled her bow from her back and knocked an arrow, though held it lightly in her hands. Walking through the trees, the half-elf was sure to miss any stray twigs or rocks, so not to scare the large stag she was hunting down. After quite a long trek, she had finally made it to the clearing and looked out into it with a focused gaze. Resting her eyes on the massive stag Hera had helped her locate, Roesia rested on one knee and took a moment to look over the beautiful animal. He was massive, one of the largest stags Roesia had ever seen. Its rack is what truly caught the half-elf's eye, one that would sell for a good amount of gold. The entire animal would sell well, in fact.
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After marveling at the beast for quite some time, Roesia took aim for the deer's heart. With a gentle exhale, the arrow sailed from her bow and punctured the stag's skin and side. The large beast let out a shriek, before falling over onto the ground, dead in an instant. Standing up and brushing herself off, Roesia made her way over to the animal slowly, if only to ensure it didn't jump up out of nowhere and strike out against her. The closer she came, the quicker she realized it was truly dead. Crouching down beside it, Roesia slowly closed her eyes and placed a hand on the stag's neck, stroking its coarse fur gently. 

"I thank you Geladrial, for this successful day. Thank you." Leaning her head down, Roesia pressed her forehead to the stag's cheek, a respectful show the nature that surrounded her.
Marjorie
It had been a good couple of months since the Scathis last visited this place. And yet, despite their familiarity with these woods, they rarely, if ever, remember certain locations, except for that old grove they resided in. But they didn't intend on going back for now. They were too preoccupied with... Other things. For the past few days, Sevi had wandered back into Greenheart, hoping that somehow, somewhere- she'd made her return to the grove while Sevi was away looking for her. Despite this lengthy search, they'd still hope to see her again on a semi-daily basis.

With the sudden, shrill cry of a beast taking its last breath, the Scathis swiftly turned towards the direction of the noise and slinked a bit closer to the source... Laying their eyes upon the elf crouched down next to their fruitful hunt, Sevi nearly mistook the feminine figure as someone else, but only for a moment- no leaf-hair. No features that were distinctly Dryad. Definitely not her.

Though the being had no pupils, the fluctuating and squinting of their eyes gave off a hint of what the Scathis was feeling. Was the beast they were sitting beside dead or not? They'd heard the scream. Yet, Sevi could not discern if it was that elf or the stag that produced it. They didn't know the elf had slain it, either. They couldn't even tell that it was dead to begin with.

She was likely unaware of Sevi's presence, though- with the void-black being starting to shuffle their way up a tree, they might be. Intentionally avoiding social interaction with that thing, they assessed the area from a good couple of feet off the ground, as if they were seeking out other possible sources of that shrill scream. Was it a bird, perhaps? They knew some made quite the horrific squawking noises.
David
As she gave her thanks to Geladrial, Roesia stood and looked over the beast. With a determined look on her face, Roesia looked out to the treeline before bringing her gloved hand to her mouth. Whistling rather loudly, the half-elf called for her horse Angus. It wouldn't take him long to get there, but for now she could marvel at her kill and gauge just how much he might sell for. There was part of her that wanted to keep it, perhaps make some delicious venison stew. Another part wished to save the rack and show Prince Astalios, see what he thought of her skills as a huntress. Smiling to herself at the thought, the sound of some rustling around her caused the half-elf to tense a bit. It wasn't Angus, for he had a long run before he'd arrive to his rider. Could it be a predator perhaps? Drawn to the sound of a prey animal taking its last breath?

With a free hand, Roesia clutched the purple gem around her neck, and as she did so a iridescent purple hawk appeared on her shoulder. The half-elf's eyes soon began to glow the same exact purple, as she now shared vision with the familiar sat upon her arm. Gesturing her arm in a swift upward motion, Hera took to the sky with a loud shriek, leaving Roesia on the ground with the stag lying next to her. Having quite literally a bird's eye view of the surrounding area allowed Roesia to spot prey and predator alike, but it was a faint pure black- *Something*, that caught Roesia's eye.
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Frowning a bit to herself, the huntress racked her brain for what it could possibly be. A big cat maybe? There weren't many purely black creatures that roamed Greenheart, as it was simply too difficult to hunt or hide amongst so much green. Soon, the half-elf's eyes returned to their normal colors; one a sky blue and the other grey and dull, for she was blind in her right eye. Turning to see where the figure she had spotted through Hera was, Roesia nocked another arrow into her bowstring, as she had to remain cautious with potential threats about. She knew it was in a tree, which ruled out wolves. It *Could* Be a black bear, as they weren't very confrontational. Perhaps it saw the stag as well, but seeing a rival predator, that predator being Roesia, made it flee?

Nearing the tree, Hera soon returned and disappeared once again, the necklace around Roesia dulling once more. The closer the half-elf came, the more unsure she was about her assumption of a black bear, as dark horns soon came into the ranger's view. Widening her eyes, Roesia took aim but didn't fully pull back, as the creature was still unknown to her. Not knowing if the black figure was sentient or not, Roesia used what little enchantment she knew to allow herself to speak with animals. "Who goes there? I do not mean you harm, but if you wish to harm me I will return said hostility."