Tuesday August 3rd, 2027, 9:05 AM The silence rang in her ears by now. She lurked for what felt like a slow-moving eternity. Despite the fluttering of her anxious heart, Zephyriah kept her head low, her body cloaked by the mysterious aether that she controlled, and her projected spear clasped in her delicate fingers. The moment would come, she knew, and after years of attempting, she knew that waiting patiently for that moment would be infinitely better than charging in without a clue. The impulsive side of her had spoiled many hunts.
Zephyriah wore the projected aether shroud like a cloak, forcing it to slither around her body in the quietest, softest manner she could conjure. That cloak blended into the background—all of the rubble and ruin around her. On one hand, the debris served as great cover; there were simply so many shapes and textures that even the deer’s acute eyes could hardly catch all of them. On the other hand, the wreckage was painfully difficult to emulate, and she knew that she had to do it slowly, because even the slightest ripple in her disguise could send the animal scurrying down the nearest back alley.
And she knew better than to follow things down back alleys; they simply weren’t safe.
With the slightest of perceptible movements, Zephyriah keenly cocked her arm back, steadying her projected spear for that perfect strike. She knew that it was simply impossible to move at all without leaving some mark, some indentation, some iota of evidence to the keen enough observer. So instead of worrying about the tiniest of faults in her cloak or the smallest of sounds from her movements, she instead trained her mind on her aim. She had done it so many times before, rearing back her arm at that perfect angle so she could strike the beast in the side, resulting in a painless kill and an early return home with food for the week.
She shifted her weight to her back foot, readying herself for that critically important throw. If her spear found its mark, she could finally end this game of cat and mouse and look forward to a good meal of roasted deer. If her spear missed, she would probably go home hours later, likely empty-handed. But she had no time to think of those possibilities now. Now, she must act like the hunter, with an empty swath in her cloak just wide enough for her light blue eyes, and arm reared all the way back, ready to spring that deadly weapon upon its mark.
One last time, she lined up her sights, adjusting ever so slightly as the creature grazed on some patch of earth. She moved as it moved, until at last, the beast was still… It popped its head up, swiveling its head back in forth as if gazing upon some intruder—had it seen her?
Zephyriah released her weapon. The spear, composed entirely of her aether, acted notoriously like a real weapon. It sung through the air as she heaved it, whistling its descending tune as it moved away from her. Her aim was true, and the weapon sailed effortlessly through the air, embedding itself into the creature’s side. The sharpened point slid in easily, and the creature’s aura instantly faded, its body keeled without a sound.
So then why did she hear a cry?
From the shadows of the alley, a hideous creature sprang forth, eyes and skin peeling and rotting. The monster, bounding on all fours like some revoltingly twisted man, sprang upon the fallen creature and bared its teeth, reaching to bite at the vulnerable skin…
But Zephyriah was faster. With a feline pounce, she burst towards the Walker, a sword projected into her hand where the spear had been just moments earlier. With a deft cleave, she sprang upon the abomination. It barely had the time to turn and look up at her partially cloaked aggressor before she swung. The blade, though just a projection, felt real in her hands, and the subsequent impact when the edge met rotting flesh also felt real. She hewed stiffly, and with a piercing inhuman cry, the Walker’s head rolled from its decaying body.
It was her catch, and she wasn’t going to let some intruder steal it away.
OOC
Yeah, I'm being lame and using my RP sample. 