The Draconi forest was easy prey for the ex Adelan knight, Critters and small prey was easy enough to come by considering all you needed do was put out enough snares. Gods willing and the forest might provide.
Loosing herself as she gazed in the fire it brought back nostalgia and the elf began reminiscing about times of old.
She knew no longer how long a life had been lived, yet every memory was vivid and alive. To be summoned and dismissed. Flooding her mind like a storm as she picked up her newly sharpened dagger, instantly recalling the drills, the proving grounds the subtle moves, the sway of ones hips for power. Leaving no movement wasted yet everything gained until a torrent of hate, sweat and exhaustion compelled her to pause.
It was the one pleasure nothing could take away from Tony, the pleasure of loosing oneself to a weapon, to become the weapon. Weapon drilling was the only thing capable of removing this hatred, replacing bitterness with black nothingness and tired muscle.
"Uaaahg!" She exclaimed in surprise as the small cooking pot boiled over, water hit her campfire and gave away lots of smoke. Sizzling and steaming until Tony finally removed it from the fire and put it down again inside a recently dug pothole.
This hunter steading was very deep inside the forest, as far away from any reasonable hunting ground as possible. Here she could rest, hunt and ignore her calling for some time while she waited for things to cool down. Maybe she could even find a way to break this compulsion spell?
Tony cursed herself while eating some more of the over boiled stew, fortunate as she was it had not been burned on top of that.
She was intending to fold her cloak and sleep when the distinct sound of broken twigs filled her ears. The sound was too loud to have been a large predator and there was little tree rustling on top of that. Could it be a hunter? She would have to wait and see.
