Deep in the forest, Markus Coldstream drew his bow. The man was a hunter- a particulary skilled one at that. For an entire week he had stalked his target- a magnificant white stag the locals had dubbed "Frosthorn". It had been a challenge, as the beast seemed to have uncannily acute senses- Frosthorn had bolted the last five times Markus had it in his sights. This time, however, was perfect. He was upwind of his target, he had the found the perfect hiding spot, and his view of the creature was clear. The silence in the air was like a thick fog. Muscles tensed in anticipation, the hunter prepared to release his fingers from the drawstring...
"Nope."
A voice from directly behind him caused Markus to yelp in alarm. In a panic he released his fingers, his arrow flying far off-course from it's original target. Frosthorn looked his direction, then ran off in fear. Spinning around, the hunter opened his mouth to yell at whoever had startled him. "What is your-"
Markus froze- the girl in front of him simply wasn't right. It wasn't her appearance that made him feel this way, although her clothes were rather outlandish. Was it her body language? The way she looked at him? Every bone in his body screamed at him to run, but the man found himself unable to move. Head spinning, Markus suddenly realized who this person was. His breathing growing sharp, the man hastily stepped back. "You... you're..." he stammered, fear growing in his chest. "You're from that family, aren't you? What- what is this about?!"
The girl smirked, as if she'd been told a mildly amusing joke. "Nothing really." she said cooly. "I thought it'd be funny. You were so intense, I just couldn't let you have it."
Markus clenched his fists. How was he supposed to process this? "I-I'd been tracking it for days!" he said, voice pleading. "How could-"
"Yeah yeah, I know." the girl said, waving her hand dismissively. "I've been shadowing you since you left town." Seeing the man's frightened reaction, she crossed her arms. "Hey, I graced you with my presence, didn't I? I didn't have to show myself, you know. I could have scared the deer away without you knowing, like I did the last few times. You should feel-"
Markus watched in in fear as a rather large insect landed on the girl's shoulder. Scooping it into the palm of her hand, she delecately removed a small note from under it's wing. Upon reading it, the girl clenched her fist- crushing the messenger beetle. "Ugh, Aunty!" she groaned. "This was my moment!" In a huff, she crumpled the note in her hand. "Whatever, it's no big deal. I'll be right there."
Markus could only watch as the girl walked towards him, body paralyzed in fear. He sputtered something about how she had to leave, but it was no use. The hunter shut his eyes tightly as he felt the girl use his shirt to wipe the beetle guts off of her hand. "There you go." she said, smiling. "My gift to you."
Turning on her heel, the girl disappeared into the forest. A wave of relief washed Markus, and his shoulders relaxed. He looked at the stain she'd left on his shirt, nose wrinkling. "What the fuck just happened?"