Luix narrowed his pale eyes, steadying his arms, holding the bow perfectly aimed towards the stag. The animal had his head gracefully dipped, the long, strong line of his neck bowed to nip delicately at the lush grass that grew along the river. Luix's cruel mouth curved slightly, and shifted his aim, picking a spot one halfway up the side of the animal and just behind the front shoulder. With a practised motion, he let the arrow fly, singing from his bow like gossamer, and then only the whisper of the wind sounded for a moment. The razor sharp broadhead, designed specifically to cut tissue, sliced through both lungs of the deer. The strong legs of the stag collapsed at the same time as the two pierced organs, suffocating the magnificient animal very quickly.<br/><br/>Those who were knowledgable in such large game would know that this was one of the quickest manners in which to take down the game. Those who were knowledgable in matter of Luix knew that he enjoyed stealing the breath from the animals before they fell to his knife. He straightened ot his full six-foot-two height from his perch just between a heavy-leaved bush and the wide trunk of an oak, letting his muscles adjust. He'd been crouched there for over an hour, laying in wait to catch the family of deer who frequented this spot. A trophy for his table, the large stag, had been a pleasant surprise to catch.<br/><br/>Luix made his way over to the deer, quite dead already, removing his large, curve-edge knife, sharpened to a deadly edge this morning. When his step wavered, he assumed that blood was still pumping to the limbs from being in a strange position for so long. However, he realized something was wrong when his vision went to waves, and he fell to his knees. His last fragmented thought before everything sunk into black was, "God help the bastard that tries to steal my stag."<br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>When Luix awoke, he felt dizzy and nauseated, two things a man in such shape rarely felt, save for the nights he spent gallavanting about town, enjoying too much wine and too few women. It took him very little time to ascertain his situation, that he had likely been drugged or poisoned, and now he found himself in this rather curious cell. It wasn't often that a prisoner was provided with the tools necessary for their escape. Luix quickly made a plan to be free of these confines, wryly thanking his warden for being so generous as to provide such items.<br/><br/>As Luix moved to haul himself to his feet, a slow, sickly wave of nausea roiled over him, and he slid weakly down to the wall. Raking a hand through the thick black of his hair, which had obviously come loose from it's careful tie during his abduction, Luix swallowed back the bile that rose to his throat.<br/><br/>He would escape... as soon as he could stand without losing his lunch.