The night was seemingly peaceful. The soft silver of the moonâ??s glow reflecting off the white of snow. Only a few snowflakes continued to fall, the soft breeze lifting a few from tree limbs. But, there was an upset to the placid scene. A figure cantered through the thigh high snow deposits.<br/><br/>Limber legs clothed in black leather leapt over snow drifts.  Heavy black boots caused the figure to plummet further into the cold banks as she struggled forward. She frantically looked towards the tree line, her yellow eyes flickering frantically at each jump of shadows. She turned once more, her green, woolen sweater floating about her form as she picked up a lope once more.<br/><br/>Across the open area she flew, terror causing each muscle to strain and ache with the exertion.<br/><br/>Behind her another figure came into view, calmly striding past the darkness of the woods. His tattered red cloak hid most of his figure as it curled around him, a powerful aurora spiking. Red circled him, a stark contrast to the pureness of the freshly fallen snow. It pooled around his muscular frame, sliding along his body lovingly.<br/><br/>His gate was sure and confident as the woman ahead struggled threw the depths. The Hunter seemed to glide over the terrain, his feet falling lightly through the icy surface.  He continued to approach as the woman turned towards him, the green hood falling to her shoulders. His target was identified; Donelda.<br/><br/>Elda turned, her legs spreading into a defensive stance as she faced the predator, checking her balance.