<div align="center"><div align="center"><em>Clint seeks some prey...</em></div></div><br/>In the form of the dark feathered hawk he flew around camp a while, dipping his wings low along the edge of the forest he looked for something to entertain him. Mostly he was out to kill something, it was not for some quest or the favor of some god like his idiot relatives tended to do, it was simply for the rush of the hunt. A bloody trophy to take, a macabre totem left. Where others wanted to create art from canvas and paint, he created his masterpieces with bone, blood and torn sinew. With his heightened vision he managed to see something in the forest that should not have been, his curosity felt drawn and he descended slowly towards the area to perch on a branch to watch.<br/><em>Stupid girl... </em><br/><br/>But he did not swinging to the rescue as his cousin would, he did not seek the glory others did. Clint was curious if he should let her perish and raise her for his own, a daughter of Aphrodite loyal to him only. He would have scoffed at the idea if he had the ability to, but he couldn't. For now he watched, noticing that he was not the only one watching the red head.<br/><em>Stupid girl...</em>