Mallorin had been tracking her prey for some time. She crept along the tree branches with deft agility, her spear strapped to her back, a dagger dangled at her belt with a reed tube, and red feather tipped blow darts. She was outfitted for hunting, only it wasn't an animal that had caught her attention, it was a Man. To prove herself to her Mother, she would need to bring one back to their City hidden deep within these forests. Hazel eyes narrowed as she stealthily made her way above him as he walked. He looked younger than some of the Men others had brought in, but still fit enough to be useful in the manners the Amazon's would be needing him. Her Mother had told her this would be her first trial in showing readiness to lead. Apprehension flooded her as she carefully readied the dart on the end of the reed and took aim. The poison on the end would render the man barely concious, and he would still need to be taken down with force. She took a deep breath narrowing those earthy eyes on the young man, and with a 'huff-ping' she blew with all her might, the dart spinning towards him with intent to pierce. Had she hit her mark? She waited to see, a war cry ready on her lips to screech out as she readied to leap from her branch and attack.<br/><br/>